In the Co-op the old boys meet. If truth be told the men are the real gossips in my part of the world.  They used to come to the store at home, stand around the fire smoking and talking, reminiscing—couldn’t do much lying or blowing because they had all known each other all of their lives. (Except for Black Jack McKee who couldn’t help himself!)  They talked crops, markets, politics,  cattle breeding, old weddings, new weddings, soon-ought-to-be weddings, transport since before old Don bought that model A; how soon the wheat should be sown or the stage of its ripeness.  The only taboo was religion—come to think of it I doubt any of those men had any.  Only the women and kids went to church and when the women got together it was mostly talk of babies, sewing, new recipes or plans for the next fowl supper.  Mind you those soon-to-be weddings got a look in amongst the women too. (This is for Faucon who remembers such folk) Fran