I saw me, and my new scout pal's out in the wilds of New Jersey,...tracking down mountain lions, digging up "Spanish Gold!", building tree house's, and sighting UFO's.
We'd also be hot on the trail of "Atomic Spies", rescuing cats, exploring mysterious caves, and making friends with da Indians.
We'd be tying all sorts of knots, and painting ourselves up like "Sioux Warriors". We would eat wild berries, shit in the woods, wipe our butts with leaves. The lot of us would go running on all fours, and howl at the moon like wolves!
To relax we'd go skinny dipping, have kissing contests, circle jerks, blow things up, and build model airplanes!
At night under the stars we'd sing do-wop songs, cook foot long kosher hot dogs over a roaring camp fire, and tell scary stories about deranged communist robots from Venus invading Nebraska.
At bed time we'd set up surplus air force parachutes, and use them as our communal tents. We'd all recite our prayers, kiss each other good night, cuddle up like puppies, and slip into the gentle arms of Elysium. Perhaps some few might stay awake to chase fireflies or sing songs to each other.
Speaking of Boys. This below song from the 1976 Mia Farrow production of Peter Pan.
Above an early drawing for that TAZ Majik Anarchist Peter Pan comic book I never did.
"Peter Pan The King of Boys!"
Who can catch a shooting star?
Throw it with the Moon among his toys.
Keep a sunbeam in a jar?
Peter Pan!
The King of Boys!
Who can paint a rainbow 'round the sun, and make life fun!
Sweet Peter Pan!
Who can tie a tin can to the wind?
Only one boy can! Peter Pan!!
Who's as quick as a lightning flash! Whiz bang Crash!
Peter Pan!
The King of Boys!!!
This just above is a Peter Pan ink sketch by Ralph Hall. A very dear friend. We lost him during the AIDS Pandemic in the 1980's. We often worked together on small art books. Had he lived you would have heard of him. In the same way you almost didn't hear of Keith Haring.
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