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Here's a post that will require some group (blog viewer) participation if it is going to be any fun at all. USA Today had a feature today in which they asked several celebrities what they would do if they were age seventeen again.
I turned seventeen the September after I graduated from high school in 1949. At seventeen, I was a freshman at the University of Wyoming with a room in the hayloft of the sheep barn provided by the University for student workers at the University Livestock Farm. I left home near Powell WY with my last paycheck of $75 in my pocket. I received no other help through all my years of college. My clothing, of course, absorbed every iota of sheep smell. The weather in Laramie was 20 or 30 below on mornings when I and my roommate got up to go help milk cows at the University Dairy barn. I had a 1941 Ford to get to school, a couple of miles away. I met a blonde girl on a blind date to a square dance the first weekend I came to Laramie in January 1950. Neither of us knew that we would be living together fifty eight years later or certainly the little blonde girl may have thought twice about risking that blind date. On the other hand, I have no idea what I would have done if she had turned me down for that date. I would never know how to pay the monthly bills or fill out the income tax forms. I don't know what I would have done differently, because I had no alternatives and I was absolutely thrilled to be in college under any circumstances. And I did quite like the little blonde girl, right off.
Now it is your turn, so don't just pass this request by. Tell us your age 17 story. It's time for my viewers to contribute something to this blog. Thank you.