Watching my son ride his bicycle tonight reminded me of when I was a his age. I was rarely seen without my bike. He is just now learning to jump on ramps. Before you know it, he'll have 4 or 5 cinder-blocks under those boards and he'll be "little Tug Knievel!"
Hi, I'm Tug, it's not my real name, but a name that was given to me by one of my older cousins when I was just a kid. I'll be posting some stories of how things were when I was growing up. I'm doing this in hopes that someday my kids and my grandkids will be able to go back and read about what it was like growing up being just a poor East, TN boy.
If you don't like what you read on this blog, then by all means go somewhere else. Life's too short to waste energy on something that's not worth your while. If you do like what you read, feel free to leave a comment and let me know. Also feel free to share your own stories.
With that being said, let the posting begin...
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