Day 17 -- My favorite memory, in great detail

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One Sunday, must have been in the late 1960s, I was visiting some rockclimbing friends in Kingston, NY, and I went out to buy the Times.  The route to the store led thru a decrepit neighborhood that was designated for urban renewal.  I passed a house on the front porch of which sat 3 boys (might have been 8 or 10 years old) and a dog.  The dog ran out and barked at me.  That worried one of the boys, who got up & started out to rein in the dog; but one of the other boys said "It's O.K.; he isn't scared".

Only children can pay sincere compliments.