plumbob wrote:
Not that any of us ever found a book on parenting, but if we did this should be Chapter 1.
In the fall of 1963 my dad kept me out of school for a week to go with he and my mom to elk hunting camp on the West Fork of the Madison river. He sent a note to the school telling my teacher of his intention. The good Sister replied that my absence would be unexcused. My dad got very angry as was his custom and told my teacher that a good education exceeded the classroom. The first night of elk camp was so cold that it was impossible to stay warm. The wood stove in the tent was red hot but did little else than ward off frostbite. I went outside to relieve myself and it was so clear that it looked like I could pick the stars right out of the sky. I have never seen such bright starlight since that night.