First of all, Happy Birthday mrcooper. Attended my last Family Reunion at the age of 28, right after I got married.
Yea, the outhouse sat behind the Smoke House and Wood Shed, about 60 yards from the house. Dad decided to move it cause Mom was complaining about the smell. So My Grandpa hooked up a team of mules and put skids under the outhouse. He dragged it about 100 yards from the house, just over a rise to shield it from view from the house. We did not get electricity till 1956, I was seven. Rode to school on my Grandpa's school bus, I was one lucky kid to have a Grandpa who drove the school bus. He always carried a Tobacco Stick next to his seat, for when those High School Boys got a bit unruley.
Raised my first and only crop of Tobacco at the age of 14 with a mule and a borrowed plow. The day I had to top those plants, I swore if I survived I would never be a farmer, and I was going to leave Tennessee never to return to live. I succeded on both points. I'll be 63 myself in 19 days. Guess I'm pretty lucky, I still ride my mountain bike into the hills. (I ride a bike cause I can't walk far). Walk across raging mountain streams. Ride a 4-wheeler 60, 70, miles from the highway, sometimes making my own trail. Last night my hunting partner and I scheduled a two week float trip into the Brooks Range this coming September. All for the sake of hunting. Wife says I am going to have an accident or a heart attack one day and die out there. At least I will go happy. At that point GBs prediction will most likely come true, I'll become Bear Poo. Still want to kill a Grizzly with my .17HMR.
I have one vice, I like to chase wild women. My problem is the last one I caught, 33 years ago, has kept a tight reign on me ever since. Made me promise to marry her before she would slow down enough for me to catch her.