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Neat little story from a grand father who was wrestling with a bunch of brothers and cousins on a hill covered in poison ivy. The old man who owned the hill stopped the boys and told them what's up....

It was the summer of 2oo1, and I was 25 years old, 1/2 a life ago. I had just got home on a Sunday from a week-end motorcycle trip that my wife at the time did not attend with me. I was eager to be...