Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I can never pass by a rambling scaffold like this on the courthouse without thinking back to summer days on the Gulliver Field monkey bars. They were sets of metal poles that kids could climb all over. Today, they might call them jungle gyms. The bars were great fun. When we were young things, it was always the challenge to get to the top and be able to oversee the entire playground. All the guys made it; few girls took the dare. Later in our teen years, it was always a good place for us guys to hang out on and talk about who liked who and who was going out with whom and swing to our hearts content. We were truly monkeys in many ways.