I spent some of our visit to White Cloud, Kansas, bagging groceries for Aunt Doris and Uncle Hap in their grocery store on the main street of town. I also fished on the river with Uncle Hap in his metal boat, not as bad as carrying the long-tailed squirrels that Uncle Hap shot on a hunt when I tagged along ten years earlier in 1956. We also got to the top of the grain elevator, which provides a great view in all directions.
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