By Walt on Saturday, November 11, 2000 - 05:51 am:
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A penny-scramble was a part of our Fourth of July celebrations here in the Copper Country, along with three-legged races (two kids, arms around shoulders, one leg of each tied together with belts), tug-of-wars, greased pole climbing contests.
The volunteer firemen who helped officiate the games for the kids would throw a roll of pennies into the air, the pennies falling in the grass, and the kids would scramble to pick up those shiny 1968 Lincolns.
In much the same way now, the shorelines of our lakes are being developed.
Yesterday, after climbing down from my tree stand, I followed a road through the woods where there was none before, to a new strip of asphalt, where there was none before, and followed that past those three houses I mentioned earlier, one of which is already for re-sale.
In the background of this photo there is a sandy beach, the water shallow for many yards, enjoyed by many who found it. That area can no longer be enjoyed by the many as a house stands within 50 yards.
(Cary, If you read this, hello. I graduated with Gregg.)