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If I remember correctly (as to the year) in 1960. long bout Hallowe'en 4 of us waited for ol Howard Larrimore...who was reglar as clockwork... to go out to the outhouse. He even had his lantern with him as he had a little readin to do. Comic books I think. When he went into the ol aforementioned outhouse...we locked the door.. pushed her back and carried him and said outhouse up the street and depositied it under the only stop light in 10 miles...course we then took off cause we din't wanna git caught ahangin round there. He was somewhat annoyed cause we didn't give him 'nuff time to do his bizness..Some local motorist(Ole Tit Walbert) turned him loose after a few minutes. Somewhere I have a pitcher(my mother took it) of the ol Outhouse sittin under that red light. Little dark cause the street lights weren't as bright as they is nowdays. BTW..this is a true story and one a his sons was one of the perptra..prap...culprits. He never found out who done it either. Bout 10 minits after they got the ol outhouse of'n the street ol Louder Larrimore(a relative of Howard ---known as the outhouse-ee) came along down the street. Glad they got the buildin outta the street cause ol Louder was always drunk and he woulda plowed right on into that little shack. Probably wouldn't have done no damage cause ol Louder he didn't drive no more than bout 10 MPH er so...in his 31 Ford. Po-leese never messed with him cause of it I guess...er maybe he just drove without no license anyway. Ol Louder he died in his little trailer from carbon monoxide one nite. sad story there too. I'll tell ya bout ol Louder a bit more some day