In a message dated 12/9/2005 5:57:11 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time, rmcclure@hot.rr.com writes: Of course that always gives me the opportunity to tell everyone in the car about the old bugaboo legend of the kid that got bit to death by a nest of water moccasins in the Grand River.....I think we were all, at least the boys, were told that to keep us out of there.....mac @ Killeen, Texas That's one I never heard. I can tell you first hand that there were plenty of snakes on the banks of the Grand River. That was our favorite place to gather wild flowers. It was our playground all summer and we saw many a snake. In those years you had to have a fishing licence if you were over 16 and some of the boys would catch fish in the daytime, leave them on a stringer and retrieve them after nightfall when the local game warden (our town marshal , I think)was eating his supper. Betty and I carried home and fried many a fish those boys left there. In the winter more than once we climbed down inside the old water tower that used to be by the railroad tracks down by the river. We played on the ice inside it. I shiver when I think how dangerous that was. Hazel