The Stories We Tell and the Stories We Believe

Philip Gulley-Last week, our neighbors had their annual hog roast and our family went, as has been our custom since we first moved to Danville.  The neighbors have a camper.  A rite of passage for the teenage boys was to spend the night of the hog roast in the camper, so this year we told Spencer he could do that.  When Spencer came home the next morning, I asked him what they'd done.  He said they talked around the campfire until midnight then did a few more things, went to sleep, then woke up around eight o'clock.  It was the phrase, “then did a few more things,” that caught my attention, because I’ve learned the activities that don't get elaborated upon are the most interesting.  I'm still trying to figure out the few more things they did.