[Deaf Smith]

Going out to a buddy's ranch property Friday and will bring back his Dad's brick.

The brick is painted as a 1930's car. His Dad always said all he had to play with when young was a brick.

Brother and I are breaking out our buddy from the assisted living center around noon.

The brick goes back his room when we return.

[super7man]

Nice story. Thanks

[yarddog]

I used to work with a Federal Agent who grew up in Texas.

He once told me that his only toy as a kid was a toy pistol molded from sawdust formed into that shape with glue.

[ladyjane]

Yours is such a wonderful post. I’ll be thinking about you when you break out your buddy from the assisted living center and you will be returning the brick with him.

I have a river rock with a similar but very personal story. Some things are so valuable - not in dollars but in memories.