The good old days

BELLOWS FALLS — These old cars at the fundraiser bring up memories.

As a kid, I used to raid a garden in Bellows Falls with all the other rug rats from the neighborhood.

One night, the old Polish man who owned the property put a load of rock salt to our behinds. Well, we waited till November 1960 and buried his old clunker of a Studebaker in his backyard.

We waited till he woke up. Oh, mama, he screamed. We hollered in Polish some rude, nasty comments to him.

Next Halloween, we returned with a bag of cow shit and lit it on fire at his house.

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