There's lots of green in this picture with a milky white sky thrown in for good measure. In another week that whiteness within the tree will be gone until September. The 'circle of life' begins anew right here, right now. This pastoral setting is a favorite. If I'm headed towards the Maine Mall on this stretch of road, my head always turns to take peek. It reminds me of the great, spreading tree behind the ESSO station. In truth, when it comes to treehouse constructions, the one there was our finest hour. It was our largest. It was our most elaborate. It was the highest. It was indeed a fine get-a-way from the rest of our world. Our parents and the drudgery of school were simply a million miles away. We could smoke our Old Golds, load our corncob pipes with Prince Albert and just sit back and skim through some of our scintillating reading and 'viewing' magazine collection. Eddie had a connection at Howard's Variety and so he always had the latest Playboys stockpiled for us. For a bunch of thirteen years-olds, it was probably 'the life'. I'm sure we didn't know it. It was a time before high school rigors, girlfriends and job obligations sent us tumbling in all different directions. It's way gone now. The days. The gang. The innocence. But I wouldn't trade the experience. THAT, my friend, was all about growing up.