Spending the weekend at Duane"s

Man it's been a while since my last post.
I received a comment from my dear friend Duane (his name seems to show up in almost ever blog).
When I saw Duane's comment, it made me think of a time when I spent the weekend at the house he was living at out in the country. I still smell the hay in the air. I remember playing into the evening building forts out of the hay bales. I also remember that Duane and Johnny had a mini bike but it had no throttle cable. I rode double with Johnny and I had to reach down to work the gas. The tricky part was not get your hand burnt on the tail pipe when working the gas.
I remember it was very hot that weekend and that evening we were begging Duane's mom to go to the store and get some sodas. All of us were broke but we scrounged up enough for 4 Cokes. Well Duane's mom got back from the store and our mouths were watering. Johnny took the carton from his mom she had taken her Coke out already. Now you have to remember the cartons for Coke were just made from thin cardboard and had a cutout handle. Well when Johnny lifted the carton from the seat (reaching in the car through the open window) as the carton cleared the car..Whoop! the bottom fell out of the carrier and the remaining 3 Cokes hit the garage cement floor!!! We all coulda cried. Duane's mom had already had a few swallows of her Coke but she gave it up to be split between the 3 of us , That was ok but it wasn't the same as having your own Coke. Poor Johnny things always happened to him. I remember that same weekend he was trying to force his way in Duane's room and we were both laying on the door trying to keep him out. Somehow he gave a big shove and the door opened just enough and his thumb slipped in. Now when he shoved in we shoved back and his thumb was in the way ! I still remember hearing him scream. It all ended when Duane's mom was the next one trying to open the door.
You know everyone needs friend like I had in Duane and Johnny. If I could be a kid again I'd ask that Duane could come along too.
I'm hoping if you read this Duane , that you'll look me up. You can find me on facebook or call mom, she's still in Tulare. I'd sure like to hear from you. Did I ever mention Duane had the coolest scar on the top of his foot. As a kid it seemed like it was about 4" long, it sure looked neat. (I don't know if Duane thinks it's neat, but as a kid I wished I had one)