Louie and I grew up in neighborhoods that were quite similar to each other, and our houses were less than a mile apart. We had a lot of the same experiences. One of them was a hill, cardboard, sleds and snow. My memories of sledding along the Pipestem are warm, or cold, since it was winter. I could have written this letter, but let’s let Louie do this one.
On the southwest side of town ran the Pipestem river where we would swim in the summer and skate in the winter.
One of the hills we used for sledding was right along the river. We would ice this hill also for more speed down the doggone thing …