Thanksgiving is approaching and with it my family's annual contest to see how many relatives we can cram into my parents house for the holiday weekend. Perhaps these would be of some use. Or maybe not.
I actually spent a week or two sleeping in a hammock on a missions trip to Mexico back in High School. We were building a seminary down there. The hammock is still around somewhere, but I never found the thing to be minutely comfortable. Even when I was in my teens and they bothered my back if I spent any amount of time in them. I can't imagine what a hammock would do to me now.
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