“Well, I grew up wild and free, walking these fields in my bare feet. There wasn’t no place I couldn’t go with a .22 rifle and a fishing pole,” – Bob McDill

Growing up in an iron-ore mining town put us kids in close contact with some of the coolest things, especially for boys. I think of my little grandson who is now fascinated with toy cars and trucks and soon it will likely be trains. I was the same way. I think most young boys are.

In those days, I was delighted most with vehicles that did some kind of work, like bulldozers that pushed dirt and fuel, fire and dump trucks.

If I looked out the back window of our house, past the green grass and flower gardens, the huge maple tree in the neighbor’s yard and a copse of lilac bushes, I could see the old fire hall and the city garage right

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