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Perhaps in the community there are stories to share.. Perhaps family, work, fun things.
I remember.. (that's unusual) ...
My family always vacationed, in California. (A small state in the vast western United States)
We always traveled in the ole family station wagon. I promise to get more knowledgeable about
cultural differances.. (really)!! Most automobiles have the variable height neckrest thingie
that allows the driver to set it for comfort. It helps with whiplash in an accident. I have
two brothers. I am sure we made it a rather rough trip for our parents. Every year. We fought
and argued. We complained. In fact we did everything we could to dismay .. Mom and Dad..
After being really annoying (us kids), Dad lost his cool. We were in the back seat. Dad had his
neck rest thing set to high. A local Biker gang was passing us. We just had to be obnoxious to
them (again, us kids). Dad, bless him.. was angry at us (he was right). Dad took a mighty swing
at us to catch our attention to our shortcommings as out-standing citizens. A backhand to be sure.
Graceful and true.. except. Dave, the oldest had his window rolled down, he was on the right side.
Dave was able to move to the right. John, the youngest, in the middle (in a move recallling ..
someone.. perhaps Dink.. ducked <~~ chuckle) low in his seat. I on the left was able to avoid by a
swift reverse move. John the youngest.. Laughing with curious abandon, popped up and slammed the neck
rest on Dad's arm.
Bad move. Dad driving on the freeway at 75 mph (I know I should convert to kilometers). The worst part
now was that Mom was laughing also. By the time Dad was able to pull over to the side of the freeway.
Dave the oldest, had managed to kick his door open. All three of us then fled out. We ran as fast as we
could and jumped the fence that ran along the road. Dave ran into a poison ivy patch (bad). John and I
fared better, though we both fought a losing battle with barbed wire. We eventually lost three days of
vacation, while Dave recovered from his exposure to poison ivy.
No moral to this story. Just enjoy your families while you can.
I always have. I always will
Be well,
Matt
I remember.. (that's unusual) ...
My family always vacationed, in California. (A small state in the vast western United States)
We always traveled in the ole family station wagon. I promise to get more knowledgeable about
cultural differances.. (really)!! Most automobiles have the variable height neckrest thingie
that allows the driver to set it for comfort. It helps with whiplash in an accident. I have
two brothers. I am sure we made it a rather rough trip for our parents. Every year. We fought
and argued. We complained. In fact we did everything we could to dismay .. Mom and Dad..
After being really annoying (us kids), Dad lost his cool. We were in the back seat. Dad had his
neck rest thing set to high. A local Biker gang was passing us. We just had to be obnoxious to
them (again, us kids). Dad, bless him.. was angry at us (he was right). Dad took a mighty swing
at us to catch our attention to our shortcommings as out-standing citizens. A backhand to be sure.
Graceful and true.. except. Dave, the oldest had his window rolled down, he was on the right side.
Dave was able to move to the right. John, the youngest, in the middle (in a move recallling ..
someone.. perhaps Dink.. ducked <~~ chuckle) low in his seat. I on the left was able to avoid by a
swift reverse move. John the youngest.. Laughing with curious abandon, popped up and slammed the neck
rest on Dad's arm.
Bad move. Dad driving on the freeway at 75 mph (I know I should convert to kilometers). The worst part
now was that Mom was laughing also. By the time Dad was able to pull over to the side of the freeway.
Dave the oldest, had managed to kick his door open. All three of us then fled out. We ran as fast as we
could and jumped the fence that ran along the road. Dave ran into a poison ivy patch (bad). John and I
fared better, though we both fought a losing battle with barbed wire. We eventually lost three days of
vacation, while Dave recovered from his exposure to poison ivy.
No moral to this story. Just enjoy your families while you can.
I always have. I always will
Be well,
Matt
