Fireflies, Fistfights, and Arm Farts

growing up in smalltown Texas in the late 1960s and early '70s

“DooDah, what was it like when you were a kid?”

(DooDah is my grandparent name.)

None of my grandsons have asked me this question but I dream that one of them will someday. In case that happens, I will jot down some answers here.

“It was fireflies, fistfights. and arm farts, son.”

…we caught fireflies on moonlit nights and put them into a mason jar to relea…