Stories around the campfire.

[1stimestar]

I know we have plenty of story tellers here. So, let's here some.

[natertot]

I grew up in a small town in Iowa. Being that I didn't get my Driver's License until March of 1999 (a few months after I turned 14) and drove a loud as heck Red '73 Ford Mustang Fastback, the local cops and deputies became all too familiar with me and my car. A few years later, I was with a girlfriend at a party being held at a buddy's house with Missy (the Mustang) parked out front. Pretty much everyone was drinking...... and pretty much everyone was underage. A few people went out back and started playing with fireworks, which of course prompted nearby persons to call the police who arrive and start busting up the party. Not wanting to experience the wrath of my mother, I hid in a utility closet in the back of the house. I hear a cop asking my whereabouts and saying "I see his car up front, I know he is here". I kept quite in the utility closet, thinking that the police would eventually figure that my car was there but I wasn't. WRONG! They searched the entire house, even opening the utility closet door a few times but didn't notice me nestled so cleverly behind the water heater. Finally, Officer Ellison opened the door and shined a light in extra good. He saw me and asked, "Nathaniel, what in the &$%@ are you doing in there?!!!" I thought about it a second and came up with the only answer that made logical sense......

"I'm the repairman!!!!!"

Officer Ellison thought it was hilarious and came to the conclusion that I hadn't been drinking...... I ended up getting a ride home, compliments of tax payers, and had to get my car the next morning.

Hope that works for the campfire story telling. (Puts on another log) :drink:

[Gary O]

One more little fractured tale, and I'm headin' to the sack


Christmas 1954

I knew what was coming….really, for once I knew.
The tree, the lights, the bubbling ones, the tinsel, the snow outside, the oil stove warming everyone (that stood smack dab on the stove), the windows adorned with Christmas icing, and….the presents.
I just took it all in, quietly, unassuming, sizing things up.
(‘Hmm, so this happens, say, every year…huh’)

I never said much for, oh, about twenty some years, and at four didn’t say anything, ever.
I cast a rather small shadow, and more than a few times got left at places. Not on purpose, but I just wasn’t much of a bother to anyone…to the point of, to some extent, non-existence.
Mom forgot me at the Montgomery Wards store once.
Huge multi-storied store…fascinating.
She eventually came back and got me even though I wasn’t quite done window shopping.
I wonder how far out of the store she got, or did she get halfway home, or even home and realize, setting the table, that, hey, the tiny person that normally occupies the booster seat is not here.

I really enjoyed the anonymity.
It gave me time to take in all I could, and remain in my own thoughts.
Kids were pretty much trained to be out of sight when folks came over.
Ever once in a while someone would ask,

‘And what’s your name young man?’

‘Dad, it’s me, Gary.’

My sis would take my hand and guide me over to the tree, pointing out each and every glittery thing.
It was a no shyt moment, but knew it made her feel good, so let it happen.

The day came.

I should say the day before came, as we traditionally opened gifts on Christmas eve.

Gramma and Grampa came down the hill to participate.
I’d say it was around 6pm, as it was dark out and everybody had already eaten.
My sis played santy, handing gifts to Gramma and Grampa.
I was busy watching while cracking the walnuts and Brazil nuts from my stocking.
I couldn’t help but observe the fake happiness and surprise from everyone as they opened their gifts…everyone but Grampa. He was rather gruff, and had a habit of saying exactly what he thought.

‘I already have a tie.’

I loved him.
Didn’t even give much thought to that emotion back then, but now I know I loved him.

It came to be my turn to open my gifts.
Not a big trick, as my stuff was in a large sack.
It was a sack full of toys…..cars, trucks, a harmonica, and some little bags of hard candy.
The thing is, the toys were all kinda beat up, trucks with missing wheels, and everything was a bit scuffed, dented and rusty in places.
It didn’t bother me a whit. I loved it all.
But I remember the look on my Dad’s face as he watched me haul them outta the bag.
He was ashamed.
I felt like saying something comforting…but didn’t.
My feelings of making the situation even harder on him by saying ‘it’s OK’ won out.
Every Christmas after that was purty huge.

Funny, not haha funny, but oddly strange, my thoughts on his mental processes.
For years I rather pitied him for toiling to get us what he thought was what we wanted.
Him, the bread winner, the toy winner, the house, food and warmth provider.
How he fell head first into the American dream…the freaking nightmare.
But in my early years of fatherhood I came to understand.
He was from an era that dictated those things….’things’.

Christmas 1972
My own small family.
We were a tad impoverished.
Poverty stricken was a status I was striving for.
We managed a few meager toys from the five and dime, and wrapped them in newspaper, placing them under the tree limb from the neighbor’s backyard that had miraculously blown down from one of their giant firs.
We watched the boys unwrap their tinsel strength early China bobbles.
They lasted almost long enough to get ‘em outta the newspaper, disintegrating in their little ink stained hands.
However, as my lady wiped last Wednesday’s headlines from their fingers so they could drink their mug of hot cinnamon tea and suck one their tiny candy canes, I whipped out to the truck to bring in the toy of toys…the one that would give back.

My eldest named the little puppy from the pound, Felix.
Felix the dog…hey, it was original.
Only he was too young to pronounce the name Felix, so it came out ‘juwix’.
The thing is, a few moments after cleaning up the vomit and diarrhea from the truck seat, floorboard, doors, and me, it dawned on me that Felix may not have been the best of finds.
The next morning my eldest seemed to have lost track of him, so we both went looking.

‘Juwix….Juuuuwix…heeeere Juwix’

I got a kick out of his determination in locating his new little buddy, trudging around the yard, big cheeks housed upon his tiny neck earnestly calling out with his baby Elmer Fudd like voice…‘Juwix….Juuuuwix…heeeere Juwix’.

Unfortunately we found Juwix.
He was under a gap in the wood pile…rather stiff.
So, as my Dad, twenty some years before, I vowed to provide a better Christmas for the years to come.
Not lavish ones, but ones that bore a couple substantial gifts for each of my little beings.

Christmas now?

Keep yer tie money.

[Gary O]

When I was about four, five maybe, all I wanted to become was a cop.
Not a Dragnet, Sgt Friday cop, but one that wore the blue, the boots, the service cap, the badge, the…gun…and holster.
OH YEAAAH
Not a doubt in my mind.
Thing is, I was never around cops per se, at least not for a few years.
So all I had for ready reference was the local service station guy. The ‘almost a cop’ guy.
He had a uniform, and if I recall, had some sorta badge.
And he had a service cap. The one with the glossy bill, and high rise front.
Yeah, he was almost a cop.
I always liked stopping there.

‘Fill’er up?
‘Ethyl?’

He’d get the pump going, cranking the numbers to zero, sticking the nozzle in, flipping the lever, filling the back seat with the glorious aroma of gas fumes of which I breathed deep (couldn’t get enough).

‘Check ‘at oil?’

He lifted the hood and did….something, appearing at the driver’s door, showing Dad the dip stick, resting it in display on a really cool red rag, then tucking that rag in his back pocket. Letting half of it stick out……cool.
Sometimes he’d go to the rack of oil, grab wunna the glass bottles with a stainless steel spout, and pour in a bit of oil.
Then he’d spray the windshield with some sorta soapy liquid, wiping all that off with the magic blue towel until the grime and streaks was totally gone. All the while talking about the weather or the ‘goddamm Yankees’, or Joe Louis.
And he had BO…yeah, real big guy aroma…..wow.
Man, I wanted to be him, only I’d strap on a gun, as that was the only thing his was missing.
What a cool job!
Just doin’ that all day long.
‘Check ‘at oil?’
‘Whuddaya think about them goddamm Yankees?’
tuck
wipe
pump
….kids in the back seat, lookin’ at me in awe…wide eyes ogling my holster…and ivory gun handle….and red rag.

One day me and Dad were headin’ down the road.
Just him and me,
and he sez, ‘Whaddya wanna be when you grow up?’

‘A service station guy!’

Things kinda turned south right then.
Dads.
Go figure.
Whud he do for a living? Work in a warehouse?
Prolly jealous.


After that, I never shared my true thoughts with him….for years….decades maybe.

Heh, turns out folks rather frown on service stations guys….with guns.

But, hey, if that ever happens……..

[Gary O]

Acquaintances

Not friends
Not family
Not even people you know, really.
Just folks you know of, been introduced to, maybe work with, or even share an activity.
But not friends.
No, not friends.

Houston
Took a second job in a fab shop, bending, shearing, twisting metal.
Big place.
Lotsa noise. Lotsa work.
Night shift.
A huge gay guy a couple shears down is blowing me kisses.
I blow a couple back from boredom.
The guy next to me clues me in that he’s not kidding.
I stick a metal rod thru my legs, one end on the steel table, and smash it with a 4 lb hammer.
The gay guy winces.
I point and nod.
The guy next to me damn near cuts his hand off in the brake, doubled over with laughter.
Graveyard shift is over. So him and I go get breakfast.
A little café called The Western Grill stayed open all night.
Cheap, generous meals.
The guy calls himself Bruce Wade….too good a name to be real.
Older fella, premature grey-white hair, bent up western hat.
Turns out he’s a hustler, between ‘jobs’.

Now Bruce looks like he hasn’t done much physical labor, as his hands are soft, nails manicured, and his clothing is of a thin nature. Street shoes.

His buddy shows up and we move from the counter to a booth.
His buddy looks like a business man in a top level exec position.
Older. Larger fella.
Receding hairline, thinning hair, business cut….not like, ‘Hey I see you got a haircut’, but trim, just off the ears. Greying at the temples.
He was quite polished, head to toe…not flashy, not gaudy, a bit understated.
He spoke well, smooth, not slimy smooth, but refined.
He seems happy.
They talk about fish. Not like you and I talk about fish.
He pulls some real estate documents out of his attaché case.
Bruce’s countenance lightens up.
Seems his gig at the metal fab shop is over.
I find out these guys are glorified flim flam men.
Conning people that want something for nothing.
It’s now an old con game, but then it was rather fresh.
Run an ad in the paper;
12 month lease for the price of 3.
Being transferred.
Must move.
Gated community.

It was common, being transferred to or from Houston in those days.
Bruce and his accomplice would get in free with a promotion, bedazzling the real property managers with false documents and a load of believable horse****.
Then run their ad.
When folks arrived, Bruce would call the ‘manager’ (his accomplice) and here he’d come, showing the fish around the place, rec facilities, pool, club house, golf course, tennis court, convenience market, yadda yadda.
Once they got 6-8 couples to sign on and hand over their checks, they scheduled their move in….a few weeks down the line…long enough to enjoy their own stay, and line up these fish, all trying to move in at one time……..

These guys were fascinating to me.
Not because of their smooth ability to con folks, but because they could very well have been successful gents in the business community.
They got a real charge out of it all.

Last I heard, the big fella had taken a slug while in a deli, tryin’ to pilfer a chunk of corned beef, and Bruce, he was doing another stretch.

Not long after, a year or so maybe, I sat in a cheap movie house and watched The Flim Flam Man, starring George C Scott.
It made me smile, and a bit sad, so reminding me of couple acquaintances I knew of…………

[Winnie]

It is tradition in my family that on Boxing Day, the womenfolk do aboslutley nothing, zip, nada. Want something to eat? there's leftovers in the fridge, oh and don't forget to wash your plate when you're finished.
This tradition has been taken up with enthusiasm over generations and different branches of the family, including myself.
Well, back in the days when I kept horses, Boxing Day was my day to go out early morning, escape the family and ride most of the day. I fell into bad company and several of my riding buddies started tagging along. Us ladies decided it would be a good idea to stop at a pub and have a small libation, just to keep out the cold.
As we rode around the lanes and countryside, we got cold again and lo! another hostelry selling internal heating came into view, so we stopped, this time I brought an extra one, couldn't leave my four-legged buddy out.
Anyhoo, the day progressed, and you know what? we kept getting cold. By 3 pm when all the hostelrys had closed, we were just slightly tipsy and a bit raucus.
Enter steady Eddie the local Bobby(LEO to you colonials) He got out of his car, put his hand up and stopped this bunch of drunken reprobates. We were all asked to get down from our mounts, we were a bit perplexed over this, as some of us were pretty certain we'd never dismount in a ladylike fashion, and would definitely not be able to remount at all. Steady Eddie started losing his cool, which as you may have guessed by his name, was most out of character. In the end he lost his rag and breathylised all of us.
Did you know, there is still a little known law in Great British justice system that prohibits being drunk in charge of a Horse? and the punishment is a fine of two shillings or a week in Jail. Neither did we until that very moment. We were all written up and were obliged to go to our nearest Police Station within 7 days to pay said fine. Which is all very well, until you're confronted by a spotty Police Constable born well after decimalisation took place who has no idea what 2 shillings is.
We did however get a Police escort back to the stables. Eddie didn't trust us to make it back in one piece.

[Gary O]

Grampa

He was a quiet man.
Work was his vocation and recreation.
I spent a lot of time at their place in my early years, his later years.
Seems Grampa always had chores that filled his waking hours.
I was his shadow.
He wore coveralls most days, and always sported an old grey fedora.
His high cut oxfords made a shuffling sound as he walked. Parkinson’s was having its way with his system.
We’d dine on a bowl of hominy together in the country kitchen.
As the midday sun danced on the table through the window from between the limbs of the giant firs, I’d watch his massive hand struggle to keep his corn on the shaking spoon.
In between chores, and my naps, he’d sit in the old padded wooden rocker and thumb through a photo album while I stood at his side.
‘The dapple was Molly and the grey was Dixie’, pointing to the workhorse team he knew so well.

Seemed Grampa had a couple soft balls tucked in his upper shirtsleeves.
He was a compact man at five nine, but stout, bull neck, thick arms.
I knew him in his lesser years, keeping his meaning to life by doing small jobs.
Things like sharpening the hoes with rasps, feeding the chickens, gathering eggs, or lubing the tractor.
He cut down a hoe to my size, and all three of us hoed acres of strawberries.
His words were measured, but oftentimes would repeat a sentence.
I saw him laugh…..once.

He was a proud man, brought down and humbled by an untreatable disease, but keeping his misery within.
Dad says he was hard boiled in his younger years, and short on patience. Hard.
I knew him as a much different man.
One time I peered through a cracked door to his study. He was on his hands and knees, talking to his Lord, no longer able to kneel.
His bible was quite worn.
Dad gave it to me a few years ago.
I leant it to him at Christmas.
I’ll get it back pretty soon.

I think of times then and times now.

What a difference in pace, in conviction, in the shear enjoyment of endurance in simple living.
I see my grandkids give me an occasional glance of admiration, but nothing like the revered awe I had of him.

He died when I was ten.

I can still hear the shuffle of his feet, but it’s mine that echo his stride now.

Enough of this.

I’ve got chores to do before I sleep.
Chores to do before I sleep.

[cabingal4]

one day i was in the outhouse.
i always keep the door open so no wild animals sneak up on me.
do i was getting done and happened to look up and i saw a long tail going by.
thats all i saw.a long blonde tail.i jumped up and started running -telling to hubby to come on
cause i saw something.
well it was a cougar i saw.it looked at me from the tall meadow grass.i looked at it.
all i saw was the head.it was a pretty thing.
it left and i left.
i think it was just following deer trails.
sort of scary.
then another time me and hubby were outside by the campfire.we were eating crackers n sardines.
well i was breaking apart the sardines and chopping them to put on crackers for hubby and me.
then it was such big sardines and such a big can that i wrapped them up for later n put in ice chest.
that nite -hubby woke me up saying ,"did u hear that?"i said "no".and went back to sleep.later on i heard
a big noise like a jump on our roof and something falling like they missed the top of the pitch of the roof and were falling and grabbing as to catch themselves.sounded like a cat.
we were scared.
the next morning-we were in the kitchen.gar saw a bobcat outside our kitchen window.
so now we have a new rule.no sardines and cracker are to be eaten at the cabin.

[cabingal4]

wheres the like button?? Winnie-good story.

[WolfVanZandt]

I hosted the SEHowl for several years before I retired and left it to the Community (mostly in North Carolina now). One night we were gathered around the campfire at Buck's Pocket State Park in Northeastern Alabama (beautiful place, little known but you should visit if you're close). We were jawing when, suddenly, we heard a furtive noise from the food area. We all looked over and a furry little raccoon head popped up from behind the loaded picnic table. Korak. always on the ball, jumped up and ran around the table to scare the critter off, to good result. The raccoon ran and jumped in the creek; he thought he had gotten away.

He wasn't through, yet.

We heard splashing as the furry little thief swam for it's life, then the blue heron, which nested on the island in the middle of the creek, woke up. There was a screeching and splashing, then silence. We think the raccoon escaped to the other side, but he never came back.

[Gary O]

wheres the like button?? Winnie-good story.

I read there really is a like button....it's a 'rep' thingy

[Wildthang]

4 years ago I took the girls to Oklahome to show them where I was born, and to meet some of my family they had never met before. One afternoon I decided to take them to the lake I use to live on in eastern Oklahome, lake Tenkiller. There is a long earth dam that crosses the south end of the lake, and we crossed it right at dark.
As we were crossing the dam, the girls spotted something on the side of the road by the guard rail. It was large and black and they thought it was a dog. So naturally they started saying OMG its a dog, OMG I wonder if he is hurt, OMG poor thing, OMG I hope he wasn'it by a car, OMG we have to stop and check on him. They were both on the verge of tears!
So as we approached it I pulled up beside it and Erin opened the door. A storm was blowing in so the wind was whipping it up in short gusts, so as soon as she opened the door of the truck, that black thing rose up and jumped right into the truck on Erins lap. Then they both let out a blood curtelling scream and jumped into my lap.
It scared me like nothing ever has because I couldn't see what it was, and obviously the girls thought we were all dead judging by the way they were reacting. I could not grab my pistol because I had 2 girls in my lap and they were both violently trying to get over me and out the drivers side door. I thought we were all done for!
That is until I realized that the big black thing was a giant black contractor size trash bag! I started laughing so hard I couldn't hardly drive far enough to get off the dam and pull over!

True story!

[hunter63]

This is one that I haven't related before.....and has a moral to it.

Grew up in a very small town and next to another small town....across a road......That's another long story.....
Anyway, a boat factory relocated to our town in the 1950's....and hired a bunch of local people to built aluminum boats.

Out back was a storage yard with a fence around it.

Being 10-11-years old, we (our collective gang) lusted after on of those boat as a magic way down the creak, to the river to bigger river...to New Orleans....didn't look all that far in the encyclopedia map....and a earlier raft trip failed.

There they were, stacked against the fence.......so we made a plan we were gonna swipe one.......OMG just that thought just scared the heck out of us.
So the plan was made....over the closes fence...grab a smaller one and shove it over the fence....drag to woods, cover it up till the heat blew over....and bingo....we would have a boat.

Big day came....up and over....grab a boat, hau to the fence...start struggling to get it up and over.....took a while...finally got it out.

As we were dragging it away...slapping our selves on the back for our success....There stood the Guard blocking out path......Busted.

After a stern lecture and warning....we had to bring it back.....No, not thru the gate....but back over the fence.....Man what a bummer and PITA.

Seems we had been watched the whole time...and as one of the guys father worked there they kinda wanted to teach us a lesson.

After we put it back...guard says that on the other side of the yard, were some old traded in boats...that we could have one.....and should have just asked....instead of stealing one.......explaining the worst that could happen was some one would say no.....

So he lead us over to the stack, we picked one out and carried it back to my house on the Radio Flyer red wagon.....10 year old's pick up truck.

Got it home....my mother had a fit...you will all drown, you can't keep it....take it back.......
At this point I was so tired of carrying, pushing, pulling....and getting my behind chewed....we took it back and give up crime.

Lessons learned that day......crime is a lot of work, doesn't pay well or work in the long run, always ask first.........and thankful there are people in the world that can teach a lesson......with humor.

[WolfVanZandt]

There was a middle aged fisherman on the Alabama River close to where I used to live in Selma who decided to put in and fish a little creek that flowed into the river. He was about to tie off when he saw a big black dog some distance off on the shore. It didn't disturb him immediately but when the dog stood on it's hind legs and growled lowly and menacingly, he was rather put-back. Evidently, it wanted him to leave so, when he just stood and stared, the thing hunkered down again and took off at him which caused the fisherman to forget about tying off, propel himself into his boat, and throw convention to the wind in getting out of there. He did escape and the story is recorded in Linda Godfrey's book, "True Wolfmen".

I happen to know the rest of the story, though. I know about the three guys back in the woods tending their precious crop of illegal marijuana and I know that they carried their guns with them when they did so.

[Faiaoga]

Do fishing stories count? For these, the rule is that the fish gets 6 inches longer and 5 ponds heavier each time the story is told:angermanagement:

[hunter63]

I don't know about fish...but the biggest bucks with the biggest racks are always shot in saloons......
When I enter one of these establishments....I call dibs on anything over a 14 pointer.

[WolfVanZandt]

What? That fishing story wasn't big enough of a lie?

[hunter63]

What? That fishing story wasn't big enough of a lie?

I thought this was true stories.......

[WolfVanZandt]

Aye, or, at least that's what the book said. Only it said the dog was red haired (maybe the way the sun was shining off it in the dusk), and he had a dog with him named Sarge. I'm pretty sure there was a marijuana patch in the woods, though.

:)

[Rick]

Very, very early in my career a co-worker and I stopped after work. I had worked a bit late so I arrived about an hour after he did. We had a few and left. I don't recall where we were going (probably thanks to the alcohol) but the rest of the story I remember with great clarity. We hadn't traveled a mile when a cop pulled us over. He walked up to the car and tapped on the driver's window. I'm not sure what Ted's plan was but he just stared straight ahead ignoring the officer. The cop tapped on the glass again. Again, Ted ignored him. Finally, the officer asked Ted to step out of the car to which Ted replied, "What are you going to do if I don't?". The cop leaned down looked through the window at Ted, then at me then back at Ted. He very calmly said, "You ever had you azz dragged through a vent window?".

I advised Ted to do what the man said and reminded him the cop had a gun.

Ted complied. He stepped out of the car and closed the car door. The cop looked him up and down and finally said, "You're drunk". Ted, being the ever cool hombre replied, "What makes you say that?" The cop pointed to Ted's hand and said, "You just closed your fingers in the car door and didn't even know it." Yes indeed. Ted's fingers were firmly trapped in the closed door. He sized up the situation, looked back at the cop and said, "That's really gonna hurt in the morning ain't it?" to which the cop simply said, "Yep".

The good news in all of this is the cop actually took pity on him. Perhaps he figured the hand in the door was penalty enough. I don't know. He opened the door and released Ted from his self imposed torture. While Ted was looking over his injured paw the cop stuck his head in the car and asked me if I could drive. I told him I was fine, that Ted had started drinking an hour ahead of me. "Take him home" was all he said. I'm not sure which was worse, Ted's injured hand or having to endure the stories at work. Not told by me you understand. I would never do that to a pal.

[Batch]

The house I grew up in was built on land that was drained in the Eastern Everglades near Cypress Creek Slough. The land was drained in the 1950's and was farmed for beans until it was bought to build a residential housing community in the late 1960's by the Palm Aire Properties.

The larger part of the slough stayed mostly as was. A lush mixed hardwood and cabbage palm hammock. It was a magical place to play. Thick grape vines and strangler fig tree aerials that we climbed and swung on thinking of our favorite Edgar Rice Burroughs character Tarzan. And it is completely impossible to swing from a vine with out yelling like Tarzan!

In the center of this hammock is a clearing . Some say that it is natural, some say it was cleared for cattle grazing, and some say that pot growers cleared it in the late 1960's. Either way there was a pot field that was busted in the mid 1970's.

We remembered seeing a jeep that would drive on the northern border where they had dug the canal that drained the area. We always hid from the jeep because the older kids told us it was a guy that protected the pot fields. We called him Machete Eddie and he morphed into an early version of Jason from the Friday the 13th sequels. Even when we got older and went to those woods to have our weekend bon fires many years later. Someone would invariably bring up Machete Eddie and how he still wandered the woods going after kids who threatened to discover his long gone pot field. While one of us slipped quitely off to assume the role of Machete Eddie and jump out at the appropriate time and scare the new people in our group to bejesus out of them.

What remained of the Cypress Creek Slough was purchased by the county in 1979 and gradually turned in a park with a visitor center and a prairie overlook that was the location of those bon-fires. As I did with my kids when they were little, I will some day take my grand-daughters for a walk through that slough and tell them the legend of Machete Eddie. The whole while them not realizing that Uncle Sean or Patrick had slipped away from the group and hidden of the trail ahead of them. :devil2:

[WolfVanZandt]

Heh. I like these stories. Who needs "tales" our lives are interesting enough (perhaps, with a little embellishment).

When one of my friends was a kid, he liked spending time with his relatives, many of which were of Sicilian extraction - sturdy, bold people.
Once, while he was visiting his grandmother (who was a joyful and constant cook) and several of the neighborhood kids, a pan caught fire on the stove. While his mother was (rather ineffectively) trying to put out the fire, his grandmother started chunking kids out the kitchen window. They landed in the bush outside and rolled off onto the ground. The grandmother continued doing this until she realized that the number of kids in the kitchen was getting no smaller. They were having such fun that, as soon as they hit the ground, they would get up and run back into the kitchen.

[Gary O]

I’ll Never Forget My Best Friend

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I was three.
He was a few months.
Neither of us had much to play with….but each other.
We never lacked.
He’d look up at me with complete unwavering trust.
Trying to read my face.
Ears perked up when I spoke.
Wherever I went, he followed.

He rapidly grew, and soon we were face high to each other.
We’d roam the patch of woods up the hill from our place, him guarding my every step,
sometimes blocking my way when I got too close to the cliff edge. I didn’t know it at the time.
I’d take my naps nestled into his chest.
He’d lie there, never moving a muscle.

As I grew to boyhood, he remained a part of me, my shadow.
We’d wrestle….he’d let me win.

We’d hunt.

We’d fish.

Not that he took part.
He was no hunting dog.
Just my companion.
We’d share lunch.
He’d listen to my every word, as we sat on the creek bank.

Years passed.
I got very busy, but not so busy that we wouldn’t still roam the woods every so often,
even though he had a bit of a time keeping up.

The day came when he just didn’t get up.
I was sixteen.
Mom told me to take him in to the vet.
‘He’ll be able to fix him up.’

I gathered him up and laid him in the passenger’s seat of the pickup, right beside me,
and we had one of our conversations while I drove the twenty miles.
It had been awhile.

Too long actually.


I sat on the stool beside the exam table, while the vet did his thing.
Once again my best friend and I were face high to each other.
The vet was talking with my mom.
He handed me the phone.

It was time.
He had to be put to sleep.

OK, I brought him in to get fixed up, and now he’s going to be put down….just like that.

I was told I had to leave the room.

Like hell.

The vet did…..something. I don’t recall.

I held my best friend’s face with both hands.
His ears perked up as we had one of our conversations, telling him the reality.
Then I just cradled his head, holding it to my chest, not moving a muscle until, feeling his last breath against my heart, he went to sleep.

Even though the wipers were going, I had a hard time seeing through the rain drops on the way back home.



……..I’ll never forget my best friend


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[hunter63]

Aw, man you had to do a dog story...I/we have had so many over the years.....and each one is burned into memory.
...and now a new story is starting......

We who have had dogs in his/her life....wins.....for both of you.

[WolfVanZandt]

Nice, Gary O.

[Gary O]

Thank you, sir.
Ya know yer goading me on, right?



Ribs and other Bones

There’s nothing like a good meal for a get together,
and the good meal is a barbeque.

Being a northerner that spent some years down south, I can say those boys down there know barbeque.
Ribs, fallin off the bone.
Chikin, smoked, from wood, not wunna those fancy pellet rigs, but by an ol’ guy raised in a ‘grease house’, from a pit the size of a horse trough.
Beans, I didn’t know beans could taste like that. Odd things, strange herbs, spices, homemade sauces, a bit a fat meat, marinated for hours. They were a meal all by themselves.
Tater salad…M-M-M-M, none like it.
Sweet tea, steeped in a gallon jug in the sun.
Beer, Lone Star or Falstaff, didn’t matter, both tasted like mop water from a juke joint, but did their job of cleansing the palate for the next bite.
Sip, rib, sip, chikin, sip, beans, sip, salad, guzzle the rest.
Made ya just fall down and scream.

Houston.
Down the street, Telephone road, was wunna those grease houses.
An old black gent lived there with what seemed like three generations of family.
Everbuddie's grampa, even mine for awhile.
Everyone called him Chili.
Bid overalls, white butcher’s apron, leather baseball cap was his eternal uniform.

Had a high pitched, raspy voice, and always a smirk on his ol’ mug.
More often then not, you’d find me sittin’ at his dilapidated picnic table after work, watchin’ him toil over the pit.
Nuthin’ attractive.
Tin lean-to roof, pile of wood, ol' white fridge that made a humming sound laboring in the heat, vats and jars, brushes, large forks, and the huge pit with a homemade steel lid, that once he was satisfied with how things were goin’ he’d drop down and come out to talk to me…..talk about stories…old day stories…..bone chilling, horiffic stories.

Naw, nuthin’ attractive….. ‘cept for the rich savory aromatic fragrance emanating from that glorious pit.
I’d sit there, sweating like a pig, drool stream gathering on the table in a puddle…

‘Chili!
WTF ol’ man!?’

‘Boy, you know it’s not ready….I’ll tell ya when it’s ready.’

It was worth the wait.


Fourth of July…or as they say down there JOOOlah, everyone barbequed.
Po foke, rich foke, middle class foke, all had their pits goin’.
You couldn’t walk two steps without getting hit upside the head with the aroma of the gods.

One fourth, me and my lady were flat broke.
I’d come off a month long stint in Brownsville, inspecting oil field pipe, big job.
Tuboscope laid some folks off after that, so I volunteered for some time off myself.
Took most of June, just me and my lady…nobody else.
Ran outta money…rent was paid, car was maintained, just broke….food crumbs in the fridge, empty bottles piled in the corner of the carport below…sittin’ on the couch smokin’ a partial I’d dug outta the butt can.

‘I’m goin’ back to work.’

‘It’s the fourth.’

‘Oh’

Chili and family had gone somewhere.
It was hot.
Most neighbors had headed to Galveston.

Our guts were eatin’ guts.
Hadn’t been so hungry in a long time.
A friend invited us to a company get together.
The park was filled with heavenly flavors.
Kids, old folk, parents, all had plates heaped with goodies, goodies that tempted me to follow ‘em, floating on the fragrant waves.

We strolled over to the tables.

$3.50

$3.50??!!

I had 37 cents.

One the way back to the garage apartment I swore I’d never put myself in that position again…especially on the fourth.

I think we need to head back down south for a spell.

Something about the word ‘brisket’ that just sounds savory…didn’t know what it was ‘til I landed in Texas.

[Gary O]

These days, AARP sends me constant reminders that I’m several days past the age of decrepit morbidity, gently nudging me into some sorta plan to cover every possible event imaginable. Like death.

I’m beginning to think they should send themselves some or their own reminders.
I mean who are these wizened wisenheimers, sitting atop their assisted living condos, dreaming up schemes to ‘help’ their fellow rotting geriatric degenerates?
Only ‘God’ (my conscience) should be in the gentle reminder department, IMO…thank you very much.

Along those lines, I finally opened the crap kit my health provider sent me. It’s the second one. The first one expired somewhere in my roll top desk.

These are nifty little gismos designed to aid in asss cancer detection, put together by observant individuals that have nothing better to do than think up creative, scientific ways to assist you in fetching an elusive piece of personal turd outta your toilet with a stubby swizzle stick, delicately placing it in a handy self-sealing pouch and sealing all that in a BIOHAZARDOUS MATERIAL! postage paid envelope, placing it in the mailbox.
Their colleagues on the receiving end, anxiously awaiting your correspondence, gleefully opening the (surprise in every package) envelope;
‘Well now, looks like…….hmmmm, well…..that’s obviously corn……but….what…the PHUKK….IZZAT?!’


Now, there have been times that I’ve considered packaging up a hefty specimen of my own or my dog’s faeces and sending it to a select member of the lower end of humanity. But never in my dreams had I ever considered I’d be pressed to do so, and even getting into trouble by the health provider poop police if I didn’t.

So, a couple mornings ago, I had a healthy breakfast, grabbed the crap kit, and set forth to the lavatory.
Sadly, my sphincter has never demonstrated the cerebral ability to consider circumstances or surroundings. More than a few occasions leaving fetid salad shooter particulates clinging to every inch of the bowl in some of the nicest commodes of some of my nicest friends.

This was not an exception.

I placed the perforated napkin in the bowl, noticing how nicely it floated.
A conduit of remarkable length commenced to make its way onto the napkin.
These things are somewhat possessed, as, once present, are unstoppable.
They tend to cause one to immediately go from the normal hunched position to perfect posture, straightening the lower chute, enabling the result of the unbroken coiled monoturd phenomena.

The napkin sunk to the bottom of the bowl.

Wonderful.

Now I get to fish around the water with this blunted baton for artefacts.
Happily, I found a floating undigested piece of jalapeno pepper, and managed to stab it and gingerly cram it into the vial.

I should be getting a call…………

If they have the audacity to ask for another sampling, I’m going to ignore them until I just can’t function due to the grapefruit sized growth hanging out my hind end.

I mean if baboons can handle it…….

[Winnie]

During the winter, I stabled my horses at night and had them rugged up as they were clipped for competition. Well, my old boy was one of those animals completely ruled by his belly. He would take any amount of medicine as long as it was in a jam sandwich and would do just about anything for a doughnut.
He also liked horse food. So much so that I never once had to lead him to his stable, he would wait at the gate and once it was opened, he'd take himself off to bed happy in the knowledge there would be a nice big bucket of feed waiting for him. One particular night his routine was rudely interrupted.
It started out as usual, I opened the gate, he went trotting up the yard. Usually by the time I've closed the gate and started following him he's in his stable scoffing down his supper.
This particular night, he reversed out of his stable at some speed almost crashing into me. He whipped round and boy had something scared the bejesus out of him! He made several abortive attempts to summon up the courage to go eat and in the end gave me a silent plea to help. I went into the stable, nothing found.
No amount of cajoling could get my Pal into that stable, I even lfted up his feed bucket and he ran! It was then I heard a scuffling sound coming from the bucket, I looked in and the cause of all this unnecessary behaviour looked back up at me. A Mouse had somehow gotten into the bucket and couldn't get out. When Dundee had put his head in to eat, it obviously took offence and scared him half to death.
I scooped out the little toerag and assumed all would be OK, but no! my fearless friend happy to take on 5 foot fences was too yellow to stick his head in the bucket. 45 minutes later after hand feeding the fool I finally went home. Moral of the story, always check your bucket before sticking your head in.

[crashdive123]

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[Winnie]

Crash, that is so close to the truth it's scary!

[WolfVanZandt]

Aye. I've definitely known horses like that. There was a horse at the Camp I used to work for who minutely surveyed the ground in front of him so that he wouldn't step on droppings left by other horses.

[hunter63]

This story just happened, and really seemed to be timely......
At the Rendezvous, early evening, some one had said bad weather coming........Sooooo

6 or 7 people standing around in front of my lodge, in period dress, with their "smart phones" using their aps to track the storm, right in front of my "weather rock" I have displayed........

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.....and it wasn't wet.....didn't rain.......the rock was right....phones were wrong........

[crashdive123]

Did they at least have buckskin covers for their phones?

[hunter63]

No.....and I pointed that out......

[WolfVanZandt]

We often had sweatlodges at the SEHowl until the fire stones someone picked up in Arizona fell apart. We would take apart the lodge during the day and leave only the frame. One day we were asked nicely (and rather timidly) by the ranger (and, yes, we checked with them before building the sweatlodges) if we could, maybe, take it down during the day - it was scaring the other visitors (it looked like a geodesic dome - I guess geodesic domes on Sand Mountain were a sign of the Devil).

During one Howl, we had a particularly large group and several sweatlodges, and, being a Howl, we did indeed howl. There was a Boy Scout group just down from the lodge - they moved further down the creek to the shore the next morning. Later on a horrific storm moved in. There was some debate as to whether we should stay where we were or move out to the big campground at the ranger station. We knew what we were up against and I had checked around - we were below all the lightening strikes in the canyon and above the flash flood level and, since the canyon widened out quite a bit at the ranger station, I voted we stayed put overnight. I won.

Apocalypse moved in with us that night. Most of the Howlers got in the Taj MaTent and played cards. Korak and I stayed out and marveled at the show. It was almost like standing underwater. If one of us had done a handstand, we would have drowned immediately. It was like standing inside one of those plasma balls - you know, the ones that you can run your hands over and the arcs inside jump to where your hands are. Lightening was jumping to the rim of the canyon above us. There was regular lightening, ball lightening, sheet lightening - the whole 9 yards. We couldn't see the tornado that jumped the canyon that night, more the pity. The universe was crashing down around us and it was absolutely spectacular.

And then we remembered the Boy Scouts right at the water's edge.

Korak and I slogged down the trail to see if they were okay and all the lights were out. I hailed them - not a sound from them. I tried again - nothing. Then I yelled, "We're down the trail above the flood level. If you want to move down by us, there's plenty of room." Then came a weak sounding voice, "We're okay." So we slogged back up to our camp. I guess they thought we might be hungry

@.@

Early (very early) the next morning, they left. The ranger visited us and said that the camp was being evacuated and, if we didn't get out right then, we might not be able to leave. Extreme flooding was expected, so we started packing the two trucks we had and, when they were almost done, I packed my backpack and started the 2 1/2 mile trek out. I made it to my van and found one of the other Howlers standing there shivering in short pants and a t-shirt, wrapped in my egg-crate ground pad. I unlocked the van so he could get out of the rain - his keys, unaccountably, were with one of the other Howlers back at the camp site. We waited about half an hour until Korak came trudging out.

"Where are the others?" I asked, "They were right behind me."
"As I was coming out, a tree fell behind me."
"Between here and there?"
He nodded forlornly.
"Do I need to get the ranger?
He nodded again, so I trudged up to the ranger station (a lot of trudging going on that day) and fetched the ranger with his rusty (uh, I mean "trusty") jeep and chain saw.
It was a big tree, yesiree.
When the trucks finally came out, I found that my van was stuck in the mud. The ranger tried to pull me out with his jeep and broke a hefty strap. Luckily, one of the Howlers was in a Suburban. Those things are powerhouses.
When I got out to the road that lead out of the canyon, most of the cars were lined up, ready to go, but I had to turn around and there wasn't any room on the road with all the vehicles on both sides so I had to drive across the bridge to turn around - the bridge between the ranger station and the road out. In the few seconds between when I crossed it and when I came back, it was already flooded. I did what any red, blooded American idiot would have done. I gunned it and was the last vehicle across. If I had hydroplaned, I would have been in the flooded creek. Two of the Howlers left their vehicles at the ranger station that day and had to come back the next to get them.

[Gary O]

Ode to ol’ Gray



So’ I’ve got this rag bin.

It’s my special dresser drawer.

Third one down.

Where I keep the holy raiment of yore.

These are semblances of tank tops, sweat shirts, button up shirts.
They cannot be hung in the closet, lest they wither, spindle and involuntarily fall off the hanger to the carpet, never to be found, draped atop the dusty 17 pairs of shoes I never wear.

I have one that is the favorite of the favs.

It was a tank top, a gray tank top....pretty sure.
He comes to ‘old Gray’.
Holes are getting bigger.
Thus, ol’ Gray is getting bigger.
I think he’s a 4X now.
I won’t tell him.
He has a perpetual stain in the belly area.
I won’t tell him that either.
Found him in the garbage a few months ago.
IN THE GARBAGE!!
Ol’ Gray……tossed like....like....a rag.
I gently pulled him out of the refuse, like an abandoned newborn child.
Shook him at my woman.
Coffe grounds flittering to the floor.
‘THIS! IS OLD GRAY! MR GRAY TO YOU!
IF HE GOES, I GO!!’

Dinner in the garage was cold.

I just laid him in the wash this morning.
I always have a bit of angst when I do this.
Hoping he doesn’t get caught up in the lint catcher.
One day, not long from now, he’ll become just a wad of fuzz, frolicking in the dryer.
Not a bad way to go, really.
I miss him already.

But,

Mr Beachy, my ‘South Beach’ imprinted blue tank top is waiting in the wings, fourth drawer down.
Akshly, he no longer shows South beach. I think it’s ‘out each’, of which is a conversation piece with the babes.

‘the babes’ is my sweatshirt, keeping company with Mr Beachy in the fourth drawer, as I type.
Had to retrieve her from under the sink, beside the Bab-o cleanser, a few years ago.

I’d rifle thru my woman’s dresser drawers and toss all her old underwear out,

but

I like seein' ‘em on her too much.

sigh

[Rick]

Your story reminds me of a good memory. When dad was in his last sessions of radiation he was pretty ill. They were just trying to extend his life but the die was cast. I walked him into the room and he removed his outer shirt. He had the raggediest undershirt on I've ever seen. That was totally out of character for dad. I asked him if he picked out his most religious undershirt for this auspicious occasion. He slowly turned and looked at me with this blank look and said he didn't understand. I told him that was the holiest undershirt I'd ever seen. For some reason that struck him as funny and he started laughing. He laughed so hard that he had to hold on to me and the table. That got everyone in the room to laughing with him...not at him. In between coughs and laughs he finally calmed down and said, "Stop it. You're killin' me." That was the last time I heard dad laugh. Thanks for reminding me of that. You made my day.

[hunter63]

Stuff always seems to get to be the most comfortable about 5 minutes before it fall apart......

I have a "rag drawer" in an old filing cabinet in the garage....when stuff gets tossed,..... I "save it" for a rag.....put it in the drawer...............

Then buy shop rags at Harbor Freight........Drawer is pretty full...you never know.

Don't tell anyone.

[Gary O]

Your story reminds me of a good memory.

seems day making is contagious today

[Gary O]

Retirement




Well, in 154 days, I’ll be running outta the building, doing cart wheels, manically laughing, screaming for joy…..

OK OK, the cart wheels will be more like falling down head first and getting up, but you got the picture.

Been a fun run of 28 years at a tidy little OEM corp

Learned a lot

Of which lately commenced into me teaching a lot

I

Am not a teacher

But

Over the years, I’ve garnered this lore, this tribal knowledge that, heh, nobody else seems to have.
Those that did have it, moved on, or, well, shall we say, down.
So, the owners have directed me to down load all the obscure thought kernels of data lodged somewhere between my frontal lobe and pituitary, sorting thru the vast archives of The Howdy Doody show and Family Guy.

Somebody will show me a part;
Hey Gary, can we scrap this thingy for the aluminum?
‘Ah, that’s p/n 120-2742-05
It’s the mounting plate on the reeberzach test unit for weapon spec parts, of which you’ll need to requal, with reams of test data dating back to year 1972…BC.
You could, however, just bench mark it against the confounditdiscomboobulooter, but you’ll still need the documentation in multicolored triplicate, sending the goldenrod copy with the parts of course.’

‘Yeah, scrap it.’

(note to admin; the following is something I’m working on for my next book, and if deemed a bit too graphic, please delete it, no harm, and I’m sorry to have been so indiscriminate…I’m old....I pee a lot, and easily get disoriented)

It’s just a tiny little corporation, but it has all the characters of the large ones.

Perhaps you know some or all of these….

They;
Anyone in management

Us;
Anyone not in management


Him;
Working his way up the corporate ladder.
But still on the first rung.
Considers himself better than everyone, even management.
Everyone hates ‘him’, even management

Her
Boinking her way up the corporate ladder
Wears tight tight stretchy things
Has more cleavage than Kim K’s pooper
Well defined camel toe
Hind end is a shelf
Not the greatest of faces, but who’s looking at her face.
Always wears a sneery smirky suggestive provacative side glance smile that makes you feel you did something with her last night

Black guy;
Black guy

White guy;
Wishes he was cool
Can’t
Wants very badly to be the black guy
Considering an Afro

Stud;
Doing ‘Her’
Doing whoever
Would do himself if he could
Rather hands on, touchy feely
Has remnants of what was once a mullet
(Sometimes referred to as the Ben Franklin)


Dude;
Always sporting old clothes, but somehow cool
Wears ankle beads
Braided things can be found in his hair and/or wrist
Has eternal stubble
Main source for recreational pharmaceuticals
Everything is ‘OK’…’that’s cool’
Girls want to do him
He’s cool with all that
Regular guys have a concern due to the suppressed thoughts of wanting to do him too, he’s so cool
He’s cool with that too
Of course ‘her’ wants to do him
He’s pretty cool with that…but not stupid

Jocko;
Everything is a game
Everything is a football
Football is everything
Has an assortment of Brent Favre Jerseys
The black one is for church, funerals, and fine dining
His dim view of going out, is going long
Pats everyone on the hind end, coupled with a ‘way to go’
Would high five god or satan

Sissy;
sissy

Skunk;
Works alone (not a choice, really)
Not familiar with the business end of a deodorant stick
Works in shipping, near the loading dock doors


Joe;
Nondescript
Could be anybody
Been there, did ‘Her’
Now has eternal cold sores
Divorced

Tiny Tim;
Going nowhere
Been there forever
Frail, puny looking on a good day
Has a tremendous wiener that can easily test urinal water depth
Drives a dilapidated ’73 suburban
Haggard, drawn wife
Has a mess of scrawny, emaciated kids that load up at the company picnic
A night out is shopping at the thrift store after payday
Wears an eternal apologetic smile



Candoo;
Stand in for maintenance
Fingernails are tools….l-o-n-g tools. A place for grease and other indefinable substances
Can reach over and stab distant apple fritters on donut day
Keeps a rather large multi-tool strapped to his belt
Eats with it

Carp;
Moans, bytches
Nothing is right
Nothing is fair
Skunk and ‘Her’ are his main subjects of gossip, along with everyone else not within earshot
Self-imposed martyr
Can be found staring, shaking his head


Milkman;
Milking ‘the system’
‘Keeping it real’ in regard to standard times
The throw out for time standard calculations

Boob;
Avid sharer of aged jokes and mundane observances
A self-starter in production line drivel
The reason for earbuds

Mr Potatohead (no parts);
Has nothing
Never has had a Mrs potatohead
Keeps to self
Stays waaaaay in the background at company meetings
Is the subject of no one
Will one day go postal

Overdoer;
Nuts busy
Everything is a race
Dude’s main customer
Tenure is a smattering of weeks

The Drop In;
Enemy is the time clock
A legend in regard to what’s going around
His sick time has sick time




Zippy the Rabbit;
First to break
First out the door
Gets rubber off the line when leaving the parking lot....



As I said, I’m working on this
There’s more

Perhaps you know some

Perhaps I ramble too much



Perhaps I need another cup of coffee

[Tokwan]

I’ll Never Forget My Best Friend

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I was three.
He was a few months.
Neither of us had much to play with….but each other.
We never lacked.
He’d look up at me with complete unwavering trust.
Trying to read my face.
Ears perked up when I spoke.
Wherever I went, he followed.

He rapidly grew, and soon we were face high to each other.
We’d roam the patch of woods up the hill from our place, him guarding my every step,
sometimes blocking my way when I got too close to the cliff edge. I didn’t know it at the time.
I’d take my naps nestled into his chest.
He’d lie there, never moving a muscle.

As I grew to boyhood, he remained a part of me, my shadow.
We’d wrestle….he’d let me win.

We’d hunt.

We’d fish.

Not that he took part.
He was no hunting dog.
Just my companion.
We’d share lunch.
He’d listen to my every word, as we sat on the creek bank.

Years passed.
I got very busy, but not so busy that we wouldn’t still roam the woods every so often,
even though he had a bit of a time keeping up.

The day came when he just didn’t get up.
I was sixteen.
Mom told me to take him in to the vet.
‘He’ll be able to fix him up.’

I gathered him up and laid him in the passenger’s seat of the pickup, right beside me,
and we had one of our conversations while I drove the twenty miles.
It had been awhile.

Too long actually.


I sat on the stool beside the exam table, while the vet did his thing.
Once again my best friend and I were face high to each other.
The vet was talking with my mom.
He handed me the phone.

It was time.
He had to be put to sleep.

OK, I brought him in to get fixed up, and now he’s going to be put down….just like that.

I was told I had to leave the room.

Like hell.

The vet did…..something. I don’t recall.

I held my best friend’s face with both hands.
His ears perked up as we had one of our conversations, telling him the reality.
Then I just cradled his head, holding it to my chest, not moving a muscle until, feeling his last breath against my heart, he went to sleep.

Even though the wipers were going, I had a hard time seeing through the rain drops on the way back home.



……..I’ll never forget my best friend


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You guys gotta stopdoing this...I am to old to sed a tear and its breaking my heart!

[Gary O]

You guys gotta stopdoing this...I am to old to sed a tear and its breaking my heart!

My work is done here (sorry man, heh heh)

No worries
the older ya get, the easier it is

seems I been cryin' over the darnedest things these days


Watched ‘The Voice’.

Couldn’t keep from blubberin’ when the kid from East LA sang this really beautiful song….turned all the chairs.

Ever try real hard to not cry?
Woman thought I’d choked on a popcorn kernel until she saw all the goo erupting from my nose, thru my fingers.

Really whooped it up when they showed his folks all cryin’.

It’s inevitable now.

I need a hysterectomy.

[Gary O]

The Quiet One

The younger grandson, of the two that seem to inhabit our place a bit more than the others, is a rather curious George kinda monkey.
Always exploring simple things, getting deep into the mechanics of grass, bugs, baking powder, the science of kitty litter and Kool-Aid,
canning jars and why lids seal, namaw’s underwear drawer, papaw’s banking stuff,
and ancient glass floats and their relation to papaw’s hammer….anything really.

One evening, when he was around three, he was in the spare bedroom…for hours….quiet.
We were all in the family room watching some movie.
Here he comes, with a somewhat quizzical but triumphant look on his face.
None of us noticed anything right away, and I may have remarked how nice it was to have him join our ranks, when his mother shrieks ‘OH….MY....GAWWWD!!!?’
His little mug went from a ‘look what I did’ expression of profound discovery to quizical horror as we all took turns shrieking.

Seems he’d found interest in the inner workings of his belly button,
and had managed to get hold of the very end and pull it inside out,
strutting out of the bedroom and down the hall with about three inches of inverted naval tube stickin’ out.

The lad has never been bored….nor have we.

[hunter63]

I guess I have never head that one.

[MrFixIt]

I guess I have never head that one.

Me neither, and honestly, it doesn't sound good at all!
Hope the little tyke is OK...?

[Gary O]

Me neither, and honestly, it doesn't sound good at all!
Hope the little tyke is OK...?

Well, after a frantic call to the clinic, we stuffed it back in.
Hasn’t been a problem to date.

[hunter63]

I had always heard that if you play with your belly button, your fanny will fall off.....Guess that's not true?

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