Some folks seem to believe that I am a dirty rotten LIAR; though they phrased their stoopid comments in a slightly nicer way like, "You are a smelly, evil teller of non-truths!!
You can't please everyone all the time. As President A. Lincoln once said, "You can't fool all the people all the time." and things like that. I find it really hurts to not be taken seriously even when I tell the ABSOLUTE truth. Another goofy person once said something about the boy who cried wolf. What I write has nothing to do with wolfs---- so THERE!!!
Another true tale of my childhood follows: My brother, Mike--(whom we all called Mickey probably because of that mouse cartoon) were abandoned at our maternal grandma and grandpa's home in Platte SD for at least two weeks every Summer evidently so our Mom could get a break from us. We seemed to be able to get into more trouble than a dozen regular (non-adventurous) kids. I now recall that there were three or four fine, tall Elm trees on the lot. With the leaves off they all had a vase-like branching structure and looked to me like a giant slingshot. Mike agreed, so we begged Grandpa for a few old non-usable innertubes from the garage and auto dealership he owned.
"Sure." he said. "Just don't get into any trouble." Of course, we assured him, trouble was the farthest thought from our minds. After all, who goes looking for trouble when it can find a person so easily by itself.
The small town weekly newspaper headlines read MYSTERIOUS STONES FALL TO EARTH SHATTERING HIGH SCHOOL WINDOWS.
The report was very incomplete, failing to state that only windows on the Barada side were broken and that Mike and I were visiting again Grandpa and Grandma whose house was three whole blocks from the school. We never told and never spent a single day in jail, but Grandpa sure looked at us in a strange way. This is true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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