My battle with quicksand; well, sort of
Everything I knew about quicksand was what I had learned from action programs on television. As a young boy I experienced it; well, at least I thought I did. This is my story. My father was a hardworking man, but every now and then he took an afternoon off to tend to some family activity. One summer afternoon in the late 1950s Dad indeed took off an afternoon and announced he was taking his three oldest sons fishing. He wasn’t an avid fisherman but he apparently thought an afternoon of angling would be good for his ornery sons. Our nearest fishing spot was Little Wall Lake, a ...