The Goat Below

As a boy of 14, I was always looking for adventure.back. We found an old barn that look like it was
As I look back, I am amazed that my parents let meabout to fall down, and climbed up into the second
do so much. Dad had taken a break from the coalfloor. Most of the floor was missing so we had to be
mining business and opened a service station on thecareful not to fall through. We spent the night there
main road through Englewood, Tennessee. Weand the next morning someone yelled, look what is
moved the house trailer onto the property next todown below! Right below us was a dead goat, he still
the station. After school and on the weekends Ihad all of his hair, but he had been dead for a long
helped dad in the service station, pumping gas,time. I can't remember what we did the rest of the
repairing flats and greasing autos. Dad would oftenday, but that dead goat sure stuck with me.
leave me alone to run the station. Some times heMy second cave trip was also in Englewood, I am not
would even take all my friends fishing and he wouldsure just where. We rode our bikes out of town to
say someone has to mind the store. I did not mindthis farm, one of the boys must have known about
though because he took me fishing plenty of times.the cave. The entrance was a slide down about 20
We were only there about six months, but I havefeet into a good size room. We only had our
many memories from Englewood. An old lady walkedflashlights and I don't think that we stayed very long.
south to Florida in the winter time and back north inI wish that I could remember where it was I would
the summer time. She pushed a cart with all herlike to go back and check it out again. I do
belongings and never accepted a ride. She spentremember that there was a spring down the hill just
some time at the station visiting and talking for quitea short way form the entrance. On the way back
a while.we spent sometime knocking down wasp nests in
We found a red container with a fuse in a pile of dirtanother barn and getting chased by them. That was
behind the station one day, it looked like it had blackalways a challenge to see how many nest you could
powder in it. Dad and I tried our best to get it to goknock down without getting stung.
off but the fuse would not stay lit. Dad must haveI had a close friend named Becky, we met at the
known that the powder and fuse was to wet.Baptist Church where we attended. She had a
Someone gave me an old washing machine motorsteady boy friend that was keeping a close eye on
while we were there and I was able to get it running.whom Becky was hanging around with, but I was
I do not know why they called the small motorscareful and we never had a run-in. We never got too
washing machine motors unless they were used onserious but we shared a lot and we corresponded
the early washing machines. It had a side shaft andtogether while I was in the service. While I was
place for a small belt. I bolted the motor onto thevisiting with her one day, a car ran over her cat. It
back of my bicycle and attached a belt from thewas a really bad scene the cat was screaming and
motor to the rear wheel with an old motor cycle beltBecky was crying for me to put him out of his
attachment. I installed a lever on the side that I couldmisery. Well I never realized just how hard it is to kill
tighten the belt with for drive. It would really fly.a cat and I never want to have to go through that
However, it was very heavy on the rear and hard toagain. We dated once after I returned from my tour
steer. If you got off the bike, the front wheel wouldin Germany, but a lot had changed for both of us
come off the ground. After a while I got tired ofand nothing developed. We lost touch after that and
struggling with it and wanted my old bike back. I amI often wondered if she married that farm boy in
amazed that I didn't kill myself on that thing.Englewood. I passed a lady on the bridge of Rich's
My friends and I decided to go camping once anddepartment store in Atlanta once many years later
mom said that it was fine just don't go too far. Weand could have sworn that it was Becky, however I
packed up our blankets and snacks and headed offthought it better not to try and find out.
to wherever the road led. We even walked theWe left Englewood in 1956 and moved to Lakeland
railroad tracks for quite a while. When night came,Florida. Dad got a job as a welder in the phosphate
we had no ideal where we were, only how to getmines there.