Snow Grenades

I remember when the snow was good for making snowballs. I tried making hand grenades and pretended I was in the army.

And throwing from my foxhole, in later years when I was actually able to deal with the real grenade, the first thing the sergeant yelled was, "Not like you learned on TV when you were a kid, but throw it like a baseball." The real deal did much more damage than my snow bombs. 

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The tender vernal green of new growth at the ends of the spruce branches herald this season's time. All men are created equal. All men weren't created equal. But Winchester made it that way.

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He sits in his car, in the early morning light, fussing in the mirror with his hair. Strut across the lot with the umbrella in tow, hearing from the news in route that it might rain. I forgot that I had that hand grenade in my bag when I went to the airport. And how bout my loaded handgun? These things are of course true, but not for me personally. I can't figure how people think this will go undetected.