Exalting Clarence and Counter-Generational Sheep

My memory is getting so bad, it is better to say that what follows is just a story, perhaps loosely based on real events. In the late 70s, I was what is now called a “tween”. I don’t remember that was a thing back then, I was just a gawky kid that would soon become an introverted teenager. My family was living on my mother’s family ranch, in a very old two bedroom prairie house. My older brother and I lived in a very small room that barely fit two desks, a stacked chest of drawers, two hamsters, and two stacked beds that my dad had to build with minimal headroom because the ceiling was so low. Our house was about twenty miles north of the closest town, so we experienced much the same life as the previous prairie generation and somewhat similar to our grandparents childhood experience, which would be pretty unfamiliar to my children. We had a party-line telephone, rode horses and tractors, had a half-hour tiny “commute” to school, swam in stock tanks during the s...