llace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road

From the Eye of the Potato: Perception is Everything!

After WWII, the boys came home and a couple of them became our scoutmaster and assistant scoutmaster. They decided to resume the old troop traditions and take us to the Grand Tetons for a week.

Each boy had to anti-up $13.00 to go. That was a formidable some in those days. I earned $8.00 cutting lawns. The other $5.00 came from my father after I strained my milk for a week planting a lawn between the sidewalk and the street.

I remember the ground being like cement. It actually was mostly cinders from the landfill they had used when our house was build some years before. I knew where those cinders came from. I'd passed the power plant more than once, seeing the black smoke coming from the furnaces that provided the heat to the steam generators that turned the electric turbines.

It was a hard task to get the earth dug, smoothed, and planted. Fortunately for me, my good friend Paul came over and gave me a hand once in a while.

I finally got the seed spread, and low and behold, the grass started poking its head through the surface despite the rough nature of the earth. It amazed me that little blades could move fairly good-sized pebbles.

Well, I got my five bucks, and after an inspection of our gear on the church loan, we were ready to go to the Grand Tetons. To say we were not excited would be like saying that bees do not make honey. Early one Monday morning, the troop piled into two cars and we headed out. There were 13 of us in one car and 11 in the other. If you think that riding with a farting scout on your lap is a great joy, thing again. Also, we had not a few flat tires, both on the cars and on the trailers. We didn't pull into Jackson, Wyoming until it was dark. After a bunch of the scouts got booted out of the Cowboy Saloon, we headed on up past Wallace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road.

e sidewalk and the street.

I remember the ground being like cement. It actually was mostly cinders from the landfill they had used when our house was build some years before. I knew where those cinders came from. I'd passed the power plant more than once, seeing the black smoke coming from the furnaces that provided the heat to the steam generators that turned the electric turbines.

It was a hard task to get the earth dug, smoothed, and planted. Fortunately for me, my good friend Paul came over and gave me a hand once in a while.

I finally got the seed spread, and low and behold, the grass started poking its head through the surface despite the rough nature of the earth. It amazed me that little blades could move fairly good-sized pebbles.

Well, I got my five bucks, and after an inspection of our gear on the church loan, we were ready to go to the Grand Tetons. To say we were not excited would be like saying that bees do not make honey. Early one Monday morning, the troop piled into two cars and we headed out. There were 13 of us in one car and 11 in the other. If you think that riding with a farting scout on your lap is a great joy, thing again. Also, we had not a few flat tires, both on the cars and on the trailers. We didn't pull into Jackson, Wyoming until it was dark. After a bunch of the scouts got booted out of the Cowboy Saloon, we headed on up past Wallace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road

tely for me, my good friend Paul came over and gave me a hand once in a while.

I finally got the seed spread, and low and behold, the grass started poking its head through the surface despite the rough nature of the earth. It amazed me that little blades could move fairly good-sized pebbles.

Well, I got my five bucks, and after an inspection of our gear on the church loan, we were ready to go to the Grand Tetons. To say we were not excited would be like saying that bees do not make honey. Early one Monday morning, the troop piled into two cars and we headed out. There were 13 of us in one car and 11 in the other. If you think that riding with a farting scout on your lap is a great joy, thing again. Also, we had not a few flat tires, both on the cars and on the trailers. We didn't pull into Jackson, Wyoming until it was dark. After a bunch of the scouts got booted out of the Cowboy Saloon, we headed on up past Wallace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road

e saying that bees do not make honey. Early one Monday morning, the troop piled into two cars and we headed out. There were 13 of us in one car and 11 in the other. If you think that riding with a farting scout on your lap is a great joy, thing again. Also, we had not a few flat tires, both on the cars and on the trailers. We didn't pull into Jackson, Wyoming until it was dark. After a bunch of the scouts got booted out of the Cowboy Saloon, we headed on up past Wallace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road

llace Berry's ranch into the park.

A lot of things happened on that trip. We hiked the trails and swam in freezing lakes. To get the flavor of our troop on horseback, go to www.tjbooks.com, scroll down the page to humourous poetry, and read Bill Shultz and the Teton Ride.

A couple of us were always sneaking off from the troup to ride horses or to see the sites. We were hitchhiking along one of the park roads one day when a Studebaker came down the road. It was just introduced and brand new. It also was something we had never seen before, with a completely new design, a curved windshield, and plenty of room. It was blue in color and a wonderful thing to see. We could hardly wait to tell the other scouts about riding in that wonderful car.

Studebaker was a maker of wagons for many years. They started early in the automobile business, first making electric cars and then cars with the internal combustible engine.

During WWII, they make motors for the B-17, trucks, and the army Weasle. But they knew the war would end, so they put a few engineers and designers on postwar production projects. They were the first company to bring out a car of new design after the war. Their sales boomed!

The company showed good profits from government contracts and the new cars. The contracts diminished with time and so did the cars sales even though Studebaker continued to produce new and better products. Sadly, after the company joined with Packard, the old company passed away. BOO! HOO!

Well, it was sad. I owned two Studebakers. One I bought from my brother after I got home from the Korean War (not Korean Conflict or any of that other "police action" stuff.) I traded that in for a new Studebaker Champion while I was in college. Both were good cars and I had little trouble with them.

I was having a timing belt replaced one day, when my friend who had done the work, a returned Marine from WWII, said, "When Studebaker decided to make cars, they should have left the trailer tongue on the front. It would be a lot easier to tow them."

Studebaker made wagons for many years. Many still thought of them as wagon makers. And some, thought the quality was lacking. Well, when something went wrong with my cars, it was always a minor irritating thing. I remember that the "hill holder" stoppe