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This song and “Grooving” brought back strong memories. Both released in 1967. That was an amazing summer for me. I had to listen to the radio all day that summer so I guess I heard them both about fifty thousand times. Never got tired of them. That was the summer I got hired onto a crew building a big mansion out on the lake. Young strong back to haul cut rocks up and down a steep lot to build the house and boathouse. I left school a pudgy kid and came back three inches taller and a chiseled young man, hard and bronze like a statue. Shocked everyone.
The work was hard but the rewards were great. We couldn’t go anywhere to spend the money so our days ended with swimming and fishing, eating Mesquite fire roasted fish on baked tortillas with dandelion greens and a salsa of reduced Thompson Grapes wine and tomatoes.
One of the grown masons told us stories about the Greeks and the Spartans around the campfire. And about Pythagoras and the secret societies and the philosophers. How math was forbidden then while he taught us the mason’s craft. He was one generation out of slavery and self educated. Amazing man.
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March 23, 2025 at 4:03 pm
This song and “Grooving” brought back strong memories. Both released in 1967. That was an amazing summer for me. I had to listen to the radio all day that summer so I guess I heard them both about fifty thousand times. Never got tired of them. That was the summer I got hired onto a crew building a big mansion out on the lake. Young strong back to haul cut rocks up and down a steep lot to build the house and boathouse. I left school a pudgy kid and came back three inches taller and a chiseled young man, hard and bronze like a statue. Shocked everyone.
The work was hard but the rewards were great. We couldn’t go anywhere to spend the money so our days ended with swimming and fishing, eating Mesquite fire roasted fish on baked tortillas with dandelion greens and a salsa of reduced Thompson Grapes wine and tomatoes.
One of the grown masons told us stories about the Greeks and the Spartans around the campfire. And about Pythagoras and the secret societies and the philosophers. How math was forbidden then while he taught us the mason’s craft. He was one generation out of slavery and self educated. Amazing man.