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Those wonder years were wonderful, to be pure- but sometimes confusing to a youngster- but you’ve been there.
    My very first coloring book was that of the Lone Ranger- before TV.  I heard him on the radio.  But, certain questions; questions like, “how dare sleep out on the open ground, on even in a cave and not get his clothes dirty?”  And more of a puzzlement, “Where does he go to the bathroom… does he use toilet paper... if so, does he carry it in his saddle bags?” 
    Somehow it didn’t seem heroic for the Lone Ranger having to go to the bathroom.. too, how would he manage both of those big pistols-and those sharp spurs, ouch!? Then there was this thing of babies where they came from and all that.  Once my daddy came in and his wife Opal came to visit.  Opal came in was very much “looking for a body”.  As they said back then.  I asked my daddy “what made Opal’s stomach so big”?
    Now, you would have to have known my daddy.  Here was a man who blushed at the mention of anything below the waist, and where a female was concerned, anything, above or below the waist.  He would not talk about anything much regarding the female body.  He referred to a woman’s leg as “limbs”.
    So, to my question about Opal’s stomach, Daddy hammered and hawed and said nothing that made any sense-of course it didn’t.  I was really confused; I had not even heard the “snork” story then.  Im reminded of the lad who asked his parents about, “relations.”  Naturally they thought he meant, “personal relations.”  They answered yes; then they set-in to try as diplomatically they could to explain the love between a man and wife: “first there is God-love; there is Filiose-love, that’s called “Eros” love… the marrying kind of love.
“All I want to know,”  the lad said, “if you have real time, why don’t they ever come to see us?”
                            Kindest regards….