The Sines boys circa 1933. My father is the little guy in the middle.©Scott Sines
Circa 1933. Today I was asked that question directly and the honest answer is that my entire family and circle of friends are a bunch of liars. I wish I was kidding. Massive cow prints in the mud become the tracks of the “Sidehill Gouger” who only comes out at night, has red eyes, huge horns and a bad temper. The driver in a car wreck who knocks on the door looking for help becomes the “bloody faced murderer.” And a scratching noise at the window becomes an escaped bear from the Detroit Zoo.
It’s all true. If you don’t believe it ask the deaf policeman, he heard it too.
