LAUREL BAD BOYS--WHAT YA' ----?

        I guess enough years have gone by to tell a tale or two about some of the mischief my male classmates got into. No names will be exposed even at this time except for my own. Here goes.

        On a time or two ocassion, a group of us Laurel high-schooler's (early 1960's) drove to a pasture that I will only say was south and west of Laurel. Who bought our brew that was of age, I honestly don't remember. 

         The one "drinking" game that I recall playing was "Simon Says." No one got carried away or sick. One of those things that, yes, was wrong, but,----------!