Going For The Green --- They left Vermont. Acid rain was killing the maple syrup industry. The maple syrup industry supported the high school. People were packing up, moving out. Teachers were being let go. ---Let's go." --- "Where,dad?"--- "My uncle Chris can help me out in California. Sacramento." --- "You're serious?" --- "Sure. Why not? Warm and sunny, right? You can train year round." --- A kayak, one of his son Rick's kayaks,was leaning against the porch railing. Some of Vermont was right off the porch; enough maples to keep their cabin out of reach, out of touch from the main road. --- "Bastards." His son Rick stood at the railing and looked into the church chapel shade the afternoon sun made between the fall-flavored leaves. ---"You got that right,son." Tom Ryan studied his son. Six foot of him, strong as a running back, clean as an All American, healthy, lucky to have his mother's blond hair, fortunate enough to have his father's Charley Russell,range hand face. ---"You want to go out there just to do it." Rick didn't turn to look at his father.
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