Mr. Harry Price and the Beer Sand
Where we grew up in rural Lack County, there wasn't much for young people to do during the summer, at least not in any structured environment ... Structured environments like summer camps or sports programs or anything... not in Baldwin. A lot of young people got involved in crime, drugs, sex, rock and roll, all of the stereotypical poor white contrivances to take our mind off of the looming mortgage payment, the lack of good food. The shit taste of the bad alcohol. From the time a Lake County citizen turned twelve years old until the time he or she invariably moved away, Mr. Harry Price, of Route 1 King's Highway, Chase (old Nirvana Proper), would pick up these little ambitious workers in his light blue metallic Buick station wagon and drive us to his modest two-story home to work on his little farm for the very generous wage of $4 per hour, for up to 6 hours at a time. Longer shifts with Mr. Price were rewarded with lunch, lovingly prepared by Leota, Mrs. Price, the prim, whi...