Life didn't get any better than this in Omaha. We didn't care about any of that. With full stomachs we ran off to catch fireflies in the twilight, and listen to the last of the mockingbirds sing. Then the whooperills joined in as did the Poor Bob Whites. We even enjoyed cleaning up cause you got to lick the bowl and scoop out what was left around the edges of the ice cream maker.
Nothing lasts forever.
Pretty soon Archie ordered us to milk the cows and do some churning. But on this wonderful evening, nothing mattered at all. We had enjoyed the family secret and our big bellies looked like we had swallowed a basketball.