Inspired by Saturday afternoon movies, the two boys storm the local bank – sort of. - Robert C. Jones/CSM

James Carlyle and I were downtown, letting our tricycles graze outside the door of the First National Bank. James’s was light blue, a full two hands higher than my red one. I, however, wore a real buffalo-fur cowboy vest - bulletproof. In addition, I had on my genuine Mexican sombrero, which, if I turned the brim down all the way around, made a very workable tent. One of us - I think it was James, but it might have been me - said, "Let’s rob the bank!"

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