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Jumping the Freight Trains

Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.

One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.

This scheme fell right into our laps.

Hour Three - Tree huger Short story.

On Hour One

Hour 3

In order to write todays post i thought it would be best to go back into my archives and pull out an old story I had started or an idea that was under developed.

However this trip down memory lane was fraught with teen angst and horrible spelling. In fact so many of these under developed ideas were so bad that it made me have to stop reading.

I would like to go over the basic structure of my ideas from 10 - 13 years ago. All most all of my ideas were about a young boy with a great hidden skill or talent. He Is faced with a great tragedy or a Seemly impossible challenge. he then dose something thing funny , silly or sings and that saves the Day.

That was like 80% of my stories but i did have some stuff that i have written so i wanted to share this little ditty a story called Tree Huger.

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