In the 1950s, My dad and his pal Tom Moore built a big cabin at the end of the road near the east side of the Bob Marshall. Tom's nickname for me was Hubcap. The big people wouldn't let a 5-year old go outside at dark alone when nature called. So one night Tom went with me.
As we stood looking out over the valley lit up by a perfect full moon, Tom said, "Look at that, Hub, ain't it pretty?"
"Hub, whenever you make a tinkle, make sure you're looking at something real nice." (best advice I've ever received, and I've tried to follow it ever since).