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My journal entry for Friday, June 14, 1968

We were all loafing around the supper table, when Sybil came charging in. “Can I move the crawler to get my super ball out from underneath?” she asked Dad. He replied that anybody still interested in super balls didn’t have any business driving crawlers. (This kind of deflated her eight-year-old ego!)

Doug, Lloyd, and I took the car down south, and Dad went to Martin after a load of fence posts. We stretched wire and worked on new fence south of the Webster buildings.

Dad and Sandra arrived at 11:00 and put in box corners until noon. We devoured our lunches and sacked out until 1:00.

After dinner, Dad and Sandra went to the Fuchser Place. They filled a flat tire on Uncle Stan’s tractor [a 400 IHC], and then banked a couple of tanks.

The rest of us toiled away on the fence line. The word FENCE about turns my stomach anymore, but I guess the job isn’t too bad as long as you can see you’re accomplishing something.

I guess all the Hippies in the country are congregating on Bald Mountain, near Boulder, Colorado. They claim that is one of the only safe places to be tomorrow, when the world supposedly comes to an end.
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