“The young men of this land are not, as they are often called, a ‘lost’ race—they are a race that never yet has been discovered. And the whole secret, power, and knowledge of their own discovery is locked within them—they know it, feel it, have the whole thing in them—and they cannot utter it.”
Thomas Wolfe
Jack walked out to the pond behind the fence with a grin from ear to ear.
“Come on Jack,” Len yelled as he held open the gate.
As far as Jack was concerned he had just arrived in Oz. He ran through the gate and jumped on top of a rock. Jack looked around surveying his new found domain. Len shut the gate and looked over at Jack. A big smile crossed his face and he ran and jumped on the rock with Jack. They both started turning around and around on top of the rock. Finally, they stood face to face smiling. Len and Jack both knew, from that point on, they would be friends.
Margaret and Ruth looked out at the two kids and Margaret said, “I think we are going to be very good neighbors. Would you like some coffee?”
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