Me and the Old Oak Tree
Jun 26, 2020
3 minutes
BY DOUGLAS SCOTT CLARK STURGIS, MICHIGAN
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‘‘I BET IF I CLIMBED to the top of this old oak, I could see forever,” I said, looking up into the branches. Climbing trees was a rite of passage in the mountains of East Tennessee, where we lived. At 10, I’d climbed all the apple trees in the area, but to scale a huge oak—that was a real challenge.
My brother Buddy Earl put his hand on my shoulder. “Brother Doug, you’re not Tarzan.”
Being more of a
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