as young teenagers of 14 to 16 years old we had wandered the street i lived on from the time we were younger,i've probably mentioned it but we were surrounded by plowed fields that were usually planted with crops,kind of an odd deal,i'm sure they intended to develope more streets but something must of fell through,and by the time i left they had rezoned our area of town industrial and a couple of warhouses and a fleetwood motorhome plant had been built.
anyway we were always looking for something to do,i was going to say and to stay out of trouble but that didn't always work out.we would hang out in the fields around our street and in the winter somebody would say lets get some hotdogs and bread and build a fire and have a wiener roast.we would get some deadwood from a dry creekbed or somewhere else and set out there eating ,smoking cigarettes and telling stories,and being teenage boys sometimes somebody would say something and a fight might break out.
this land was private property but never once in the 6 or 7 years i lived there did anybody say anything to us,i guess because most of it was leased by somebody the people never said anything,i would never violate anybody's private property or trespass on purpose,but we were kids and since nobody said anything,i never thought anything about it,there were no fences or markers but still if it were my land today i don't know how a would take some kids just running around over my property,as i said i think the land being leased kind of left who's respondibilty it was in limbo.
well we would always try to get somebody in their early twenties to get us some beer,there was a older black man who bootlegged who sold old milwalkee foe a dollar and a quarter a quart,and pints of whiskey called kentucky deluxe.sometimes we would go there but sometimes words would be exchanged between us and black teenagers that didn't like us coming into their neighborhood even though we went to school with them,just kid stuff i think.so sometmes we would pool our money and get somebody to make a beer run and we would have to give them some gas money.the didn't want to get caught getting beer for minors so it was hard finding somebody at times,mckinney was dry then so it was about a 23 mile drive one way to get beer.once a friend on the street saw a case of schlitz malt liquor in the back of the milkman who lived on our streets car,he stole and we drank it,i knew that stealing that malt liquor was wrong and i felt a little guilty for drinking it but i paid the price.
i wasn't much of a seasoned drinker and the malt liquor was warm and in 16 ounce cans,before the night was over i was sick and selling the farm because i tried to get my fair share of it drank before it was gone
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now,once we got some older guys to buy us a case of beer,we eached pitched in,4 of us,and we would each get a 6 pack,it was summertime and the sun went down about 8.30 or 9 or so,they left and were back by about 6.30,so we took to a dry creek down in one of the fields to drink it.keith dickerson,billy honea,myself and i can't remember who else each had a 6 pack coming.billy honea was a couple of years older than me and keith was a little older but were in the same grade at school.as i said fights could break out at this volitile age so watch out
.keith didn't have a bad temper just a quick one and billy had a give a crap attitude.well we were yee hawin' and having a grand ol' time drinking our beer until keith finished his fifth beer and realized there wasn't any left,huh oh,i told him i only drank 5 and was still drinking number 6,billy said he didn't know how many he had drank but that he probably drank it and kind of laughed.laying along the dry creek was a piece of 3/4 or 1 inch angle iron that was about 6 feet long,after billy kind of laughed keith's temper erupted and he cussed billy and picked up the angle iron and started swinging it at billy and he wasn't playing.
i think he nicked billy on the cheek with a jagged edge of that angle iron and billy took off running for the street with keith chasing him and calling him an s.ob.,we finally got keith calmed down and billy said the next time any beer was bought he would give him and extra,when i think about this i still laugh to this day.
anyway we were always looking for something to do,i was going to say and to stay out of trouble but that didn't always work out.we would hang out in the fields around our street and in the winter somebody would say lets get some hotdogs and bread and build a fire and have a wiener roast.we would get some deadwood from a dry creekbed or somewhere else and set out there eating ,smoking cigarettes and telling stories,and being teenage boys sometimes somebody would say something and a fight might break out.
this land was private property but never once in the 6 or 7 years i lived there did anybody say anything to us,i guess because most of it was leased by somebody the people never said anything,i would never violate anybody's private property or trespass on purpose,but we were kids and since nobody said anything,i never thought anything about it,there were no fences or markers but still if it were my land today i don't know how a would take some kids just running around over my property,as i said i think the land being leased kind of left who's respondibilty it was in limbo.
well we would always try to get somebody in their early twenties to get us some beer,there was a older black man who bootlegged who sold old milwalkee foe a dollar and a quarter a quart,and pints of whiskey called kentucky deluxe.sometimes we would go there but sometimes words would be exchanged between us and black teenagers that didn't like us coming into their neighborhood even though we went to school with them,just kid stuff i think.so sometmes we would pool our money and get somebody to make a beer run and we would have to give them some gas money.the didn't want to get caught getting beer for minors so it was hard finding somebody at times,mckinney was dry then so it was about a 23 mile drive one way to get beer.once a friend on the street saw a case of schlitz malt liquor in the back of the milkman who lived on our streets car,he stole and we drank it,i knew that stealing that malt liquor was wrong and i felt a little guilty for drinking it but i paid the price.
i wasn't much of a seasoned drinker and the malt liquor was warm and in 16 ounce cans,before the night was over i was sick and selling the farm because i tried to get my fair share of it drank before it was gone
.now,once we got some older guys to buy us a case of beer,we eached pitched in,4 of us,and we would each get a 6 pack,it was summertime and the sun went down about 8.30 or 9 or so,they left and were back by about 6.30,so we took to a dry creek down in one of the fields to drink it.keith dickerson,billy honea,myself and i can't remember who else each had a 6 pack coming.billy honea was a couple of years older than me and keith was a little older but were in the same grade at school.as i said fights could break out at this volitile age so watch out
.keith didn't have a bad temper just a quick one and billy had a give a crap attitude.well we were yee hawin' and having a grand ol' time drinking our beer until keith finished his fifth beer and realized there wasn't any left,huh oh,i told him i only drank 5 and was still drinking number 6,billy said he didn't know how many he had drank but that he probably drank it and kind of laughed.laying along the dry creek was a piece of 3/4 or 1 inch angle iron that was about 6 feet long,after billy kind of laughed keith's temper erupted and he cussed billy and picked up the angle iron and started swinging it at billy and he wasn't playing.i think he nicked billy on the cheek with a jagged edge of that angle iron and billy took off running for the street with keith chasing him and calling him an s.ob.
,we finally got keith calmed down and billy said the next time any beer was bought he would give him and extra,when i think about this i still laugh to this day.
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