Used Coffee Cans
May 9, 2006 · Filed Under Random Thoughts
I picked up a cleaned, used coffee can today and for whatever reason opened the lid to smell it (perhaps to see if it was clean!).
I was instantly taken back to my childhood. My grandmother used to save her old coffee cans for me to hold the crawfish, red-spotted newts and other fauna I would pull from the creeks at Camp Bethel near Troutville. I would spend Labor Day weekend at camp and never venture much further than 100 yards from any particular creek. By the end of the weekend, I had more cans, cups and containers with critters in them than you could shake a stick at. I always enjoyed letting them go though; they had been unwillingly brought me much joy over that weekend and even now the memories are fantastic.
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