| I was the youngest of four, three of us boys. I seemed to always be the one that the other two took their frustrations out on for two reasons, they could fight each other to a draw, and I was a late in life baby so considered spoiled. As soon as we got far away from our parents, my butt was grass and one of them was the lawn mower. I never could beat either of them but I did learn to handle myself with people my own age. I also learned how to lose and when to stop when it happened.
__________________  “War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.” —John Stuart Mill |