It was the first time in my childhood I had an excuse for coming home late for dinner, but nobody — not even the cops — would listen.

In the summer of 1972, when I was 10, Tommy Gillen and I built a dam in the creek on the other side of the Horning Road railroad tunnel. We’d been building up the dam for days to create our own 3-foot pool in which we chased after crayfish and minnows — our own cool spot to while away the hot summer afternoons.

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Tom Purcell is a syndicated columnist whose work is distributed by Cagle Cartoons newspaper syndicate. Email him at Tom@TomPurcell.com.

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