My last visit to Yankeetown was a couple of years ago when my dad passed away. Before that, I hadn't been there for at least 5 or 6 years. Just being back in that sleepy hollow brought back so many memories. I can remember one afternoon my sister and I thought it would be fun to ride our bikes to the end of the road. About half way there, we looked over to our left and on the other side of Hwy 40, there was a wild boar running along the side of the road. At this point, my sister was wondering how she was going to explain to our parents that her little sister had been eaten by a wild boar. Luckily, the animal found something more interesting in the palmetto bushes and went off into the woods. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure it was quite a while before we rode our bikes anywhere.
Yankeetown School... Mr. Pulford... To this day, whenever I see a ukulele, I still think of him. I can remember the 8th grade nature walks in Mr. Watts class and the little white Karmann Ghia that Mr. Newton drove.
I can remember riding my bike down Riverside Drive. Past the Coast Guard station down to the library or on down past the water tower. We used to catch guppies from the duck pond. There was the annual Halloween carnival at Yankeetown School and the Seafood Festival on Riverside Drive.
Very few changes have occurred over the years. There were signs renaming Hwy 40 as the "Follow That Dream" highway in reference to an Elvis Presley movie that had been filmed there in 1961. Yankeetown School had a few more buildings attached and the Rock Store in Inglis was closed. But, for the most part, when you crossed the town limits sign, it was like driving into another place and time. As an adult, I now saw this area in a totally different light.
I gazed at the moss hanging down from the trees in this sleepy little town. Everyone waved as I drove by. The Withlacoochee River flowed lazily down to the Gulf. I drove down Riverside Drive, remembering where old friends lived. I watched the birds and squirrels and realized just how beautiful nature can be. And then I drove to the end of the road and watched the sun set over the Gulf.
|How Small it Seems|
|27 February 1999 at 1620|
|MARY ELLZEY MCKAY||
I WAS NOT BORN IN INGLIS OR YANKEETOWN. BUT BACK IN THE 30'S THRU THE 50'S I VISITED MY GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDFATHER MOLLY AND CASS ROBINSON. THERE WAS NOT MUCH AROUND HERE THEN.WE USED TO WALK FROM THEIR HOUSE ALMOST TO HWY 336 THRU THE WOODS. I WAS BORN IN OTTER CREEK AND I AM VERY PROUD TO BE FROM LEVY COUNTY. THERE ARE LOTS OF GOOD MEMORIES LIKE WE HAD THE TRAIN COMMING RIGHT THRU OTTER CREEK WHAT GOOD OLE DAYS.
|5 February 1999 at 1905|
Hey there Yankeetown! I graduated Yankeetown Elementary School in 1990. When my class and I departed in June of 1990, I was left in charge of our 10 year reunion. We put a time capsule together with pictures, notes and other memoribilia. We were so excited when we were putting that time capsule together, we couldn't wait for the year 2000 to get here. Well the year is coming close and I need to gather up all of my classmates that were in my class. If anyone knows the whereabouts of the YTS class of 1990, please contact me and let me know! Thank you!
|Yankeetown Class of 1990|
|23 January 1999 at 1746|
I would just like to share a few memories with you from little girl about her great grandparents who realy were great. I can't say much about Great Grandpop (CI Wells) but I do know he was a great man. My Mommie Jon and Grand Pop have a picture with my twin cousins sitting in Great Grandpop's lap and just by this picture you can tell he was one of the most carring and sweetest men who ever lived. I do remimber he was quite funny and always brought a smile to my face and although he died when I was only six or so I will always treasure my memories of him. Now ten years have passed by and a lot of changes have happend since then but one has brought a great deal of sorrow to my family, last Friday my Wellsmama (Ethel Wells) passed away. I had planned on learning a lot from her and in a way I did, I learned you're never to old to have fun, a child's smile is worth more than all the riches in the world, and a family is a treasure no matter how different they are. I learned a lesson this summer also, it is a lesson I learned durring my stay at the Isaac Walton Lodge, I learned that you should never let any thing stand in your way of getting to really know some one who has so graciously been a part of your life. Wellsmama told me that I would be a wild child just like she was and although I am Little Miss Goody Two Shoes I would be honored to take after my great grandmother in any small way possable. She was a blessing to this world just like her husband and now they are reunited. Just the way it should be, so I would like to tell my family and all of Yankeetown that just because their gone do not be sad because we will all be together again one day but untill then they have each other and hear on Earth we have each other.
|Just A Few Memories From A Little Girl|
|23 January 1999 at 1743|
Here's to Ancient Age Whiskey, cold beer, lousy drinking water, sand gnats, crabbing on salt creek, monster trout, the magic of both the withlacoochie and the gulf of mexico, volkswagon campers, the road runner on the dash board, terrific chicken and dumplins, crispy critters, yankeetown mercantile pencils, old rituals and philosophies, open minds, wisdom of time, dreams of both a little boy and a grown man fullfilled, family unity, wandering souls, showing how things use to be done, staying with the times, stamina, evenings running through the mosquito fog truck, the tales of founding yankeetown, the tug boat comming up the river, the boat slip, the magical sunsets, the smell of the basement, my first kiss from a girl, aligators, the hellhecan pelicans, cobia boats, flat bottom boats and a playground to use them, the black stake, gathering oysters, the old port inglis, indian folklore, a soft lap to snuggle up on, a firm hand when I needed it, albino squirrels, an old turpintine still, cuts on the old pines stemming from this, teaching humbleness, and the gift of life...for with out you both, I would not have experienced the joys mentioned above or the pain I feel now that you are gone. While I am elated that the two of you have reunited and are once again compete....I am missing you both....chipper
|23 January 1999 at 0456|
The Inglis/Yankeetown area has been a great place to grow up. Right now I'm in 8th grade going to Yankeetown school.I also hope to fnish growing up here. The town is small and I know just about all the people that live here.I don't think there is anything about the town that I would change. It might get boring some times,there isn't a lot of thigs you can do here, but I love. I hope it never changes.
|What a greatplace to be!|
|21 January 1999 at 1132|
Cindy and her Main Squeeze have decided to get hitched! Every boy's heart in Levy county broke when the news was out.
Tim... welcome to Inglis and Family
Cindy... We are Proud!
|Look at Lil'Sis Go|
|18 January 1999 at 1131|
My Grandmother, Ethel Wells (Wellsmama), passed away Friday night, Jan 15, 1999, and it really hit me hard. Why I do not know? Perhaps it is because I thought out family was invincible; perhaps because I just do not want to let the past go.
But did she really pass on? Her physical body is gone, but she isn't, and never will be. I see her everyday when I think of my mother, even when I think of my father and how he met my mother in the small hamlet of Yankeetown, in my childrens features, and in my many memories of her.
You see, my last name is Watts, but I am also half Wells and I am no more proud of one name than the other.
Wellsmama, you were there when this little soul needed you and you taught me so much. For this I am eternally greatful and I so look forward to seeing you again on a higher plane. So until then I will say thank you for "our" moments and that I look forward to the many more.
|18 January 1999 at 1009|
To the Watts folk Yankeetown holds a lot of very special and wonderful memories. These memories will alway's be with us. A very warm and loving farewell to a very warm and loving lady.
September 10, 1908
January 15, 1999
|The End of an Era|
|16 January 1999 at 0838|
|Melanie (McCranie) Estrada||
Does anybody remember the Duck Pond??? It is or was right behind the Pres. Church Andy mentions in three fish. The Yankeetown Church of God used to baptize people there, and Sherri Tyler and I used to hang out there and swim. I'm sure by now it is a murky dank spot in the woods, but it sure was great when we were little. There was a rock right in the middle you could swim out to and sit on. The great thing was it was surrounded by woods that were surrounded by the town, and very quiet. I was just wondering if it had been forgotten.
|The "Duck Pond"|
|8 January 1999 at 1312|
This isn't so much a memory as it is about the memories. For anyone to truly understand what a great place Yankeetown was, just imagine a girl who moved away 9 years earlier...sitting in front of her computer in Japan....and recognizing just about every name mentioned in the storyboard. The place is always in the back of your mind, but WOW!!! Boy do all those memories come flooding back and make you about as home-sick as someone can get. I love the place, glad to see some changes are being made at the school, but sad at the same time. The place always seemed so BIG, I can't imagine adding new things to it and changing the place I spent everyone of my elementary and grade school years.
|8 January 1999 at 1256|
There are not too many places in the U.S. to go swimming on Christmas day, but the old Withlacoochie bridge always seemed to have a crowd, even in the warmer winter days. The giant tree overhanging the river was a summer kids dream come true. How many thick ropes were tied to that tree to make a great swing? Who were the adventurous daredevils who made it to the 'Crows nest', only to jump as passing boats applauded?
How many of you ever sat lazily on the rope swinging back and forth without a care in the world... until you realized that you HAD to get wet to get off the rope and go home?
|Just a 'Swingin'|
|21 November 1998 at 0422|
|Rhonda Wilkinson Hudgins||
I left yankeetown in 1984 the last 6 weeks of 8th grade. I was last there over labor day weekend, I stopped by to see if things have changed and drove by the school down to the end of the road and reading all of this brought back ALOT of memories. Andy I went to school with you, I remember Mrs. Langley and Mr. Dotson and his paddle. Mr. Pulford and when he went on vacation and passed away. I would love to hear from anyone and everyone in the class of '88. I graduated in 88 and I am sure most of you did from Dunnellon. I am glad to hear that the school is going to remain the same but nice to know some changes are going to be made.
|28 October 1998 at 1632|
For the past four or five years, I have been employed at Yankeetown school...before that, I volunteered, so I have been around since 1978. In that time, I have seen many changes in the school and the area....(how the telephone book for the I/Y area was about 4 pages and you only had to dial the last 5 numbers....that always made me sort of laugh, because I came from Rochester, NY and Clearwater, FLorida...big cities..) I fell in love with Yankeetown School the first time that I saw it...I could not believe that school started so early..August 17, 1978. When we went to register Andy for third grade, I was so pleased at how we were treated.. Miss Bobby showed us around and told us the history of the school and Mr. Markham was so laid back and friendly. I was so happy to be there and hoped that there would be quality teachers too. We got lucky!!!for the most part, the teachers were great and they cared about the kids...along the way there were a couple that I could have done without...I know that Andy thrived and learned so much there...the friendships that he started are still with him to this day...Jimmy, Gary, Cathy...My son, Patrick and daughter, Cindy have had the same experiences and still have the friendships...Cindy and Jamie Jamison met in kindergarten and are still like sisters today...Yankeetown is like that..it gets into your soul...I started to write this with the intention of talking about the new and exciting things that are happening...Our school was awarded about 4.2 million dollars for--renovation of the old building (YES the CHARM of the old school will be kept) and putting the Auditorium back to the original, with the seats padded, lighting and sound systems...the west wing will be Kindergarten, the east wing will be administrative offices. The cafeteria will be enlarged and upgraded...out front, where the OLD (I do mean old) basketball court was will be 8 new classrooms for the elementary...( our pre-k portable will stay...it is new just 4 years old and Donna Brown (teacher of pre-k and me, the aide, love our room), then out between the NEW ( about two years old) Library and the courtyard will be 6 new classrooms for the middle school. Then if that were not enough.....YES FOLKS....YANKEETOWN SCHOOL is getting a GYMNASIUM....!!!!! They have started clearing the land out back...Straight out from the old locker rooms to just the other side of the basketball courts. It should be finished this time next year, with the other construction going on concurrently and after....Even though,we are changing, Yankeetown will always have its charm....We have such a unique school...HeadStart & Pre-Kindergarten up to 8th grade...School population is about 450 (?)We have: Headstart (3-5 year olds) Prekindergarten (3-5 year olds), 2-Kindergartens( Mrs. Lovely is still here);3-1st grades;2-2nd grades;2-3rd grades;2-4th grades (Candy "Prescott" LeBlanc, former student of YTS, is now a 4th grade teacher here)2-5th grades (Mrs. Patterson is still here); 5 middle school teachers, with the Sturtevants in science and Social Studies...This year we had 5 new teachers...alot of our faculty live out of county, so many got jobs closer to home.. I sure have gone on...but I could go on more...I love this place and feel so lucky to work at the school. YANKEETOWN....THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD
|Things that stay the same.....as BIG CHANGES occur....|
|5 September 1998 at 0824|
I had the pleasure of attending the Watt's 50th Annivesary & Reunion as I was asked to tend Bar for these delightful & friendly folks! The atmosphere was so warm & generous that a Great Time was had by all. The music & atmosphere along with the laughter & smiles...I will remember for a long time..kinda reminded me of some of my family get together's. The smile on Ethel Wells, was heartwarming, you couldn't help but see the Love & Admiration you have as a family. Thank You All for sharing your Special Day with me!
|A Nite To Remember !|
|14 July 1998 at 1440|
I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE WHAT KIND OF INPUT I CAN CONTRIBUTE TO THIS PAGE, I HAVE ONLY BEEN TO YANKEETOWN A COUPLE OF TIMES, AND I WAS VERY YOUNG AT THE TIME. I ONLY KNOW THAT I OWE A WHOLE LOT TO THIS QUAINT TOWN ON THE GULF. WHEN I WAS THREE YEARS OLD, I LOST MY FATHER TO THE SEA, AND FOR A FEW YEARS, MY MOTHER AND I WERE ALONE. I GUESS I WAS BETWEEN THE AGE OF 4 OR 5 WHEN MY MOTHER MET THE MAN THAT WOULD CHANGE OUR LIVES FOREVER. WE WERE LIVING IN FLORENCE, SC AT THE TIME, AND OUR NEIGHBOR INTRODUCED HER SON TO MY MOTHER. I BELIEVE THAT THERE WERE MIXED FEELINGS AT FIRST, BUT THEY BOTH EVENTUALLY CAME AROUND. I WAS FIVE WHEN THE TWO OF THEM WERE MARRIED, AND A YEAR LATER, A LITTLE GIRL WAS BORN. WITHIN THE SPAN OF A FEW YEARS, I HAD GAINED A FATHER, A SISTER, AND OF COURSE I BECAME A PART OF ONE OF THE MOST LAYED BACK FAMILYS THAT I HAVE EVER MET. NOW YOU MAY BE ASKING YOURSELF,"WHERE DOES ALL OF THIS COME IN TO PLAY WITH YANKEETOWN?". WELL, HERE'S THE CONNECTION. FIFTEY-ONE YEARS AGO, TWO CRAZY KIDS MET IN YANKEETOWN, FELL IN LOVE, AND WERE MARRIED A YEAR LATER. THANKS TO THESE TWO, (JONNIE AND CAROL....JONNIE BEING THE FEMALE, AND CAROL THE MALE....GO FIGURE), A FAMILY WAS CREATED, (CHERYL, CHUCK, CHANDA, CHIP AND CHAD). THIS GROUP OF CH'S WOULD EVENTUALLY BECOME MY AUNTS AND UNCLES, AND CHIP WOULD BECOME MY FATHER. NOW LET ME FAST FORWARD TO TODAY, NOW I'M TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD, AND EVEN THOUGH I CARRY THE LAST NAME OF GRAY,(AND I CARRY IT PROUDLY), I FEEL MORE LIKE A WATTS, AND THEY HAVE NEVER GIVEN ME ANY REASON TO FEEL ANY DIFFERENTLY. THE WATTS CREW IS THAT WAY WITH EVERYONE, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'S YOUR FIRST TIME MEETING THIS FAMILY, OR IF YOU'VE KNOWN THEM FOR YEARS, IF YOU ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT WE ARE ALL JUST A BUNCH HELL RAISERS, THEN THEY ARE WILLING TO ACCEPT YOU AS FAMILY. I'VE SEEN IT A MILLION TIMES, MY COUSINS CAN BRING A FRIEND TO ONE OF THE MANY WATTS REUNIONS....NO, NOT REUNIONS, PARTIES, AND THE WHOLE FAMILY ACTS AS THOUGH THEY HAVE KNOWN YOU THEIR WHOLE LIFE. IT'S THIS KIND OF HOSPITALITY THAT DRAWS YOU TO THIS FAMILY, IT SUCKS YOU IN, AND YOU FEEL A SINCE OF TOGETHERNESS, AND WHEN YOU LEAVE THEM, YOU NEVER FORGET THE "EXPERIENCE". I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THAT ALL THE FOLKS IN YANKEETOWN ARE LIKE THE WATTS FAMILY. A FAMILY THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE BEEN, IF FATE HADN'T STEPPED IN AND TAKEN OVER. THANKYOU FATE, AND THANKYOU YANKEETOWN.
|small town...small story|
|28 June 1998 at 2005|
It seems that my youngest son has covered quite a bit in his memoirs but, I will add, never in my wildest dreams, did I expect to meet a girl on a fishing trip that I would marry a year later.
I was a Georgia boy from Macon having completed my time in the service and finishing my first year at Mercer University. Three friends and I decided to make the trip to Yankeetown but, first we had to earn money for the trip by building a pier on a lake that was under construction. This done, we made the trip with lunker fish in our minds. The father of one of these boys had been going to Yankeetown for years for the fantastic fishing.
We stayed at the Isaac Walton Lodge and we did catch many, many fish. One of the boys made friends with the daughter of the people who owned the lodge and asked if she could get us all dates. She scoured the town but could only come up with two girls and I wound up with the girl that I would eventually marry.
Now, fifty-one years later with five children, eleven grandchildren, and two great grandchildren,we are having a grand reunion and party where it all began. This is a free-spirited bunch so I hope the residents will forgive us after the reunion and fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration. Speaking of forgiving, I wonder if I was ever forgiven by the locals for taking away one of the few eligible girls in town.
Anyway, I love it and I'm looking forward to the visit in less than two weeks. 1947 seems a long time ago.
|Back Where it All Began|
|25 June 1998 at 1724|
How can so many people find such a small place? I have often wondered where all of the residents came from. An overwhelming number seemed to be fleeing the citylife of the Tampa bay area to find a Peaceful Acre of their own. A place to sit for a while with a pole in your hand or have a bonfire and invite friends over for a fish fry / picnic party. Everyone brought something and left with even more. Even then, stories were told of the largest of the largemouth bass that came out of the lake or eventually would come out of the lake. Yes, these "stories" would grow larger every year, but it didn't matter, they were familiar, friendly stories.
|31 May 1998 at 0447|
Aaahhh... the great pumpkin capers. Every year all the people would turn out for the annual Halloween carnival at yankeetown school. It was small town kinship at its best. We all knew the friendly faces, but for one night, maybe Mrs. Seely really was a gypsie fortune teller with insight to your past, future, and dreams.
The basketball court was transformed into a judging area for the scariest costumes (even I had won one of those). Face painting was everywhere and so were the squeals of delight from all the kids. And look over there, a giant hand and cheese sandwhich walking around the court. Even those that were ready for mischief were doing something fun. All of them knew about the grate on the south side of the building toward the western stairs that was just big enough to crawl through so you could scare people from under the school.
|29 May 1998 at 0420|
How many of you can remember the cave on school property? Expeditions to study it; days of being soaking wet; the theories of it's eventual connection to the cave system on the other side of the river; the discovery of "Wildlife" that became a small legend to be sought after before baseball practice and later on dark nights by teenage drivers under a full moon.
Do you see the oarnge eyes glowing back at you?
|what a croc|
|25 May 1998 at 2057|
Hello to you all. This is going to be an anonymous post, for now. This is only for fun and I have every intention of revealing my true identity at some point. My idea is to invoke some memories and let you think about these little clues and wander about in your own thoughts for a while. I have been away from the Inglis/Yankeetown area for a while, so please excuse me if don't know about current local events.
First of all, let me tell you how I found out about http://www.yankeetown.org/ Through some obscure AltaVista reference, I came across Loren Williams homepage http://www.hugonaut.com/users/~lwilliams/History.html in my search results. I briefly glanced at it and noticed Dunnellon and Cathy Scola. From there, I found Cathy's home page http://www.hugonaut.com/users/~scola/ . She showed me the way to her Yankeetown address http://www.yankeetown.org/cscola/ and that of course eventually led me to http://www.yankeetown.org/ . I was truly inspired by the great piece of work called "Three fish a rural story" http://www.yankeetown.org/threefish/ . This was a story of intense visualization and rememberance for anyone familiar with the area. When I saw the other addresses and web pages, it was like a small reunion. I was eager to say hello and catch up on old times, but at four am, some thoughts only drift into the conscious and others are lost to sleep deprivation. When I awoke from the young at heart summer dreams of yesteryear, I had an idea. I remember most of you, and most of you should remember me. What if I were to relate some clues of my identity through stories or thoughts about some of you. Almost all the people mentioned or who have posted in some way or another have been part of my life at some given time or another.
I made up a mystery Email address Mr. E E-mail Address: firstname.lastname@example.org and decided that if anyone was interested, they could Email me back and I would reply back personally to them saying something informative to that individual. I will also post a storyboard for all to see once in a while that would give more insight to who I am. You can share messages if you like, but if you figure out who I am, please respond to me and not the rest of the group.
Thanks MR. E Mysteryofmine@hotmail.com
|Hello to you all.|
|25 May 1998 at 1027|
The sand gnats, they will gnaw you, lay siege upon your arm, Invisible to the naked eye, even when they swarm.
Painful, only slightly. Annoying is the word, But here's a little secret, not all of you have heard:
They only plague the tourists, take my word on that, Once you've been here long enough, you'll never feel a gnat. Something happens to your blood, when you've lived a lifetime here, And the sand gnat decides, intuitively, he may as well steer clear.
But you have to stop and stay awhile, appreciate the pace, Relax and take your shoes off, let a smile come to your face. You'll notice once that happens that gnats aren't on your mind, Like a fresh cured narcoleptic, awake for the first time.
Nature takes its course here, the river wanders by, The Gulf accepts that water, and then fades into the sky. The water, it tastes better here, than anywhere else I've been, And no matter how long I've been away, I can always find a friend.
No, the sand gnats, they don't bother me, and if they bother you, Perhaps you should stop and sit awhile, you might learn something new.
|8 April 1998 at 0012|
As a youngster our family made a many trips to Yankeetown to visit with my grandparents. CI and Ethel Wells, they lived there as long as I can remember. My mom met my dad at the lodge in june of 47, they married the following year. CI used to run the store there, think it was called Pop's or something. You can see it from their house. The original "yankee's" purchased land along the river from my great grandfather, he was a Busby. I can remember a many a hot summer day's when we would all go down to the sink hole behind Parson's church to swim. I saw my first manitee in the river across the road from the house. Scared me to death. I did'nt think there was anything that big in the river. I suffered a many a ear infections from swimming in that river. My mother then Jonnie Wells, attended Yankeetown school, remember her alway's talking about the rock store close to it. I think my fondest memories of Yankeetown are without a doubt the many many mornings we would get up early depending on the tied, and take that long boat ride down beyond the mouth of the river to fish the flats for red fish, trout, and a accosional shark or two. I can remember many nights getting woken up from the sound of a tug pushing a barge up the river and racing to the window to see it go by. I remember taking a few shrimp boat trips out with the neighbors. Their mom, I believe she was a Sparks, piloted the boat. She was not your tipicle "lady" if I remember right. I learned to drive on the road from town to the boat landing. Those were everyday trips weather allowing. Those were the best sunsets anyone could ever ask for. We are trying to work out a family reunion this june to celibrate mom and dad's 50th annaversary, seems only fitting to have it at the lodge since that is where they met. Thank you so much for the "memories". If the reunion thing does work out, it will be my first re-vist in 13 years.
|Wow, what memories|
|1 March 1998 at 0941|
There is, or at least used to be, a place where all the runts of Inglis and Yankeetown would go to perform their weekend rituals, whether it be downing a case of beer, a bottle of tequilla, or partacing in other various pariphinalia. We called it water bong hill, though it was actually several acres of land owned by Carl Roof Sr. Youngins of various ages and intellects would enter by way of the little dirt road that was hidden from the few cars that passed by on highway 40. It was somewhere between dead mans curve and the local Army Corps of Engineers residence. Little trains of vehicles would stream into this road and hopefully make it all the way back to the clearing adjacent to the backwaters being held back by the spillway. You could hear the local wildlife between the breaks in radio play coming from someones car or boom box, provided for our listening pleasure. One could be as loud as they wanted, and no one could hear. Parties would usually last till one or two A.M., this is generally because the party goers knew to get out before Devon or Tommy Mashburn came rolling down the road to bust our merrymaking. Though I have no picture to include, in my mind I can still see......nothing. Nothing but stars, the moon, and the bon fires that lit the blur of faces and the darkness to a 10 foot radius. The darkness ingulfed almost everything, and the illegal booty, provided from one good samaritan or other, hid the rest. This is only one of the many memories of a former local.
|Water Bong Hill|
|1 March 1998 at 0937|