Spider's Night on the Boom

Written by Gary E. Anderson

Spider's Night onrepparttar Boom (An excerpt fromrepparttar 118166 book Spider’s Night onrepparttar 118167 Boom) by Gary E. Anderson www.abciowa.com

I've never been what you'd call a wild child. When I was in grade school,repparttar 118168 most negative thing teachers used to write on my report cards was "can't keep hands off other students."

In high school, I deliberately skipped class once, butrepparttar 118169 next day,repparttar 118170 teacher only said, "That's OK. You must've had a good reason," and when I tried skipping classes in college, no one even noticed.

My idea of a rousing Friday night was for Spider McGee, Digger Sanby and me to grab our poles and head for a night's fishing onrepparttar 118171 log boom. One night,repparttar 118172 three of us were sitting side by side inrepparttar 118173 dark, drinking cocoa and talking about life, when I suddenly felt a tug on my line. I jerked back to setrepparttar 118174 hook, and my pole hit Spider squarely acrossrepparttar 118175 face.

As he reached up, his hat flew off—right intorepparttar 118176 river. It must have been one of his favorite hats, because a second later, Spider was inrepparttar 118177 water himself. I was now faced with a classic dilemma. My buddy was inrepparttar 118178 water—but I had a fish onrepparttar 118179 line.

Without hesitation, I shouted, "Hey, Digger! Helprepparttar 118180 guy, will ya? I got a fish on here!"

When we'd hauled Spider back ontorepparttar 118181 boom, his drenched red hair and beard made him look like a large waterlogged orangutan—and an angry orangutan. Seems he'd also dropped his pole inrepparttar 118182 water when he decided to go for a swim. I didn't see how he could blame me for his carelessness, but he didn’t seem to be inrepparttar 118183 mood to discuss it.

Byrepparttar 118184 time he'd finally stopped whimpering, I'd landed my fish. In true “make do” fashion, Spider tried to salvagerepparttar 118185 night by pulling a bunch of line out of his tackle box and tyingrepparttar 118186 whole setup to his ankle. After he'd cast out his makeshift setup, everything was quiet for awhile, until I heard a distinct "OOOF!"

I looked to my left and saw Spider going intorepparttar 118187 river again. But this time, he was holding ontorepparttar 118188 boom, his legs pointed downstream. Wow! It looked like he'd hooked intorepparttar 118189 giant catfish we called "Old Granddad!" Strangely, he didn't seem too happy about it. I ran over to help.


Written by By Rev. James L. Snyder

In many ways,repparttar American home facesrepparttar 118165 danger of becoming a vanishing institution. Along with its extinction,repparttar 118166 family unit as we know it is in danger. Children are not growing up in homes anymore. They are growing up in terminals.

In reality,repparttar 118167 American family does not need a home. We are born in a hospital, educated in a college, courted in an automobile and married in a church.

We get our food atrepparttar 118168 delicatessen and restaurant. We spend our mornings at golf, our afternoons atrepparttar 118169 club and our evenings romping throughrepparttar 118170 local mall.

When we die,repparttar 118171 undertakers will bury us. We do not need a home; all we need is a garage.

Comparing today's home with its counterpart of 100 years ago, there is quite a difference. With all of our advanced technology, are we, to quote a famous American president, "any better off now than then?"

The average housewife (to use a term not used since adultery was sin) has more timesaving gadgets than her century-ago counterpart. Still, she does not have enough time for her family.

All this time saved by these timesaving devices has to go somewhere. But, where?

Where does "saved time" go? Is there a time warp somewhere in outer space where time goes, like a retirement center for misspent minutes?

Why is it,repparttar 118172 more time I saverepparttar 118173 less time I have? If only I could collect time in a bottle and save it for old age when I will really need it.

If anyone knows, please let me know for I do not haverepparttar 118174 time right now to figure it out.

Right now, I would not miss an hour here or an hour there.

Today's mother can cookrepparttar 118175 family meal in a fraction ofrepparttar 118176 time her grandmother did, but families no longer haverepparttar 118177 time to eat together. Most families today eat in shifts, thanks to modern technology likerepparttar 118178 microwave oven.

It seems like many of today's women are more interested in bringing homerepparttar 118179 bacon than cooking it. Why didn't dear old dad marry a woman like grandma?

In years gone byrepparttar 118180 family spent quality time together. There was a strong sense of family camaraderie and families actually knew each other, and all things considered, loved each other.

People today seem to be so busy trying to make a living that they never really get around to living. I know there are a few high holy days when they do meet, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sometimes they even recognize each other.

For many people,repparttar 118181 only picture we have ofrepparttar 118182 great American family isrepparttar 118183 television sitcom.

"Sitcom" is an interesting word. It is a combination of two words; "sit," which means to watch for long periods of time without moving or speaking, and, "com," which is short for comatose.

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