Our tales for today are...

Northern Ontario Hike - Ownership is a funny thing. We have our cars and our homes and our phones and all our myriad stuff but what and how do we actually own? The very concept is strange, one pays an arbitrary amount of some arbitrary paper or even more likely, just magical electronic numbers trade places on the big spreadsheet in the sky, and boom you now “own” a thing. Owning something means you have a claim over it, it’s yours and nobody else’s, you possess it. But there’s the old saying that possession is 9/10ths of the law. In most cases that was used when you’d get caught with a stash and say to a parent or teacher “it’s not mine, I’m holding it for a friend”. But in the wild it holds a very different meaning. A more brutal, honest, and primal meaning. It means that unless you can hold on to your stuff and protect it, someone or something stronger will come and claim it. That ownership is nothing without strength and violence. To possess you must protect. And the law of the wild is on the side of the strong...travelingmaestro

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Man Watching Us In A Cornfield - I had an idyllic childhood. The kind that is rapidly becoming part of an American memory of not too long ago. My friends and I would spend our summer days on 10 speed Huffy's bombing around the neighborhood weaving through backyards and spinning tall tales the whole way along. We traded ball cards and action figures, known to us as guys, we built forts of stick and stone and rarely went home while the sun was up. Street hockey, whiffle ball, football, and flashlight tag were the major events of the hazy days of summertime and we basked in the electronics less freedom of nobody knowing where we were, of not needing to know what other people were doing or how our lives stacked up against theirs, of having nothing to do and nowhere to go. To spice the days up we would make up stories; the old guy down the road was a spy, the rich person on the downs has a bunker in the basement, the old lady on the corner was definitely a witch. And almost always these stories were wrong, the fantastical fanciful fantasies of kids hopped up in old James Bond movies, tabloid headlines rapidly read in the grocery store checkout, and nightly devoured tales from R.L Stine and the Crypt Keeper. Almost all of the stories were wrong. Almost… garland1988

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