Other than black and white TV, the baby boomer boys growing up in the little oak hammock east of South Floridaas everglades donat have much to entertain them. Personal computers and the Internet are still decades away. Organized youth sports are all but non-existent in their environs. Rock and roll is king but exists only on an AM radio station and a stack of black vinyl disks. So how does a brotherhood of youngsters come of age while manufacturing adventure from an otherwise uneventful existence in the early a60s? How do they spend their summers when girls are still mysterious, undiscovered creatures and the bicycle is the only mode of transportation? And how do they face lifeas unanswered questions while anticipating their once-in-a-lifetime trip to the New York Worldas Fair? Tales from the Oak Hammock chronicles the amusing answers to these questions as it recounts the misadventuresaand misdemeanorsaof boys who sometimes catch a glimpse of lifeas meaningabut more often merely observe its puzzling complexities. They are the first generation raised by TV so they surely donat have all the answersabut this one thing they know: Life isnat always fair, but itas almost always in black and white!Knowing that Billya#39;s Dad had an old manual bottle cap compression machine in the garage, allwe had to do was make the colored water, place itinthe bottles, and press the caps into place. Finding an old wooden bottle crate, we stocked it withanbsp;...
|Title||:||Tales from the Oak Hammock|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2001-08-23|