We had some coffee and cocoa for the kids. And they said her goodbyes, and they were off. What a ripoff. It was like feeling the hurt I felt when I wa... nine years old all over again. When my best friend and his parents practically packed up overnight, and were gone. I just got a warning the night before. And didn't even get a chance to go over and say goodbye to them.So here I was. With a handful of leash. Doggy supplies. And a seven-year-old basset hound. Congratulations Jack, you're now the. Dad loved the two-axled ones, the longer the better. I prefered the single axle Bambis, especially with the funky Internatial Travelalls as the tow rig.When Dad retired, he found that,"Chrysler no longer makes Chryslers!" He discovered that a crew cab pickup rigged for towing would cost almost as much as the trailer. His loan officer informed him that, while Airstreams appreciated, used motorhome prices dropped like a rock. There was one on the repo lot. A deal was done, and Dad's dream. We lived in a suburban neighborhood with hills and woods and streams. Back then, houses actually had yards with trees and lots of land for kids to play army or cowboys or fall out of those trees. Eddie’s home was a single-story brick ranch style with a full basement on a sloping lot. It had a creek running beside the house, and his father had built a real treehouse for his kids.We were just finishing Elementary school and moving to Middle school at that time. Eddie had an older brother and a. So we talked for about half an hour, about nothing much." Can't imagine you doing that with someone."Kevin tossed a small stone at Vicky, which she avoided easily, grinning. She was confident the deck didn't have many more of those for him to use. Hell, she didn't know how that one had gotten up there. A squirrel must have thought it was a nut. With a sigh, Kevin leaned back in his chair, Vicky doing the same. They were nice chairs, redwood frames with large vinyl cushions. The deck itself was.