Cats, Party Balls, and Horseshoes

When my younger sister Brenda and I were growing up in Somers Point, we had a horseshoe pit in our back yard that we would play from time to time, usually during unauthorized, and unsupervised gatherings involving many friends and your various alcoholic beverages, usually dispensed by way of something simply referred to as a 'party ball'. Which by the way, was one of man's great inventions. When you saw someone coming out of the Circle Liquor Store carrying a 'party ball', you knew there good times ahead for that lucky person. Anyway, as to my earlier point. It was during times of non-use, that the sand in the horse shoe pit would begin to attract the area cats. I suppose in some ways, it probably looked like a huge litterbox waiting to be used. The worse part was that you never knew where or if you were ever going to grab something you didn't want to, when you played a game later on down the road. Normally, and if possible, I would offer to let some one else play a game first, and then I would agree to play the winner. It just worked out better for everyone that way...this is SUCH a rambling, random blog. I should probably go now.