1 thought on “The Jungul Club

  1. Mom tells the story of when we bought our first house back in Michigan and my sister and I (probably around 5 and 3) went into the back yard that had not yet been converted to “lawn” but was still nothing but flowers prior to becoming civilized.

    “Look at the pretty jungle!”, she says I said.

    Those poor guys. I’m sure it’s a perfectly nice parking lot now.Report

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