It started in Mt. Vernon

Today I have on my waterproof boots.  It's rained off and on for the last three days.  Not once, in that time, have my feet been wet or cold.   It hasn't always been like that.  As time goes by, memories from growing up are stirred by everyday things.    When we were little, we played outside.  A lot.   We had distractions to keep us inside.  A TV, that picked up three channels.  It had a nineteen inch screen, and weighed about sixty pounds.  There was no remote control.  That's what us kids were for.  If mom or dad was watching something, or about to, you could forget it.  After supper we might all watch something together.      I'm thankful to live in this time.  A generation earlier, and I might be a little tougher. But the times were tougher too.  A generation later, and I'd have even more distractions to what's important and real. When we were about ten, Chuck and I would play a...