Time Goes By
I have been incredibly negligent in keeping this blog up to date lately. I've just been a little busy and suffering a writer's block as well. I've tried to come up with something amusing to tell you but everything in the news has been pretty serious, hasn't it? Gas prices going through the roof, nobody decent running for president, foreclosures out the wazoo, the economy in the toilet, etc. It's really hard to find anything amusing.
I thought about telling you of the time my cousin and I drove a car with no seats in it out to a junk yard for a fellow. He had stripped the upholstery out of it and we sat on a couple of buckets turned upside down. The junk yard was out in the country quite a ways down a winding paved road that had very little traffic. The fellow that owned the car followed us out there in his pick up truck and thought it would be funny to ram us from behind as we rode along. He caught us totally by surprise and knocked us off of our buckets, sprawling across the bare floor of the car. As the car kept speeding down the road, my cousin and I duck-walked around in the car gathering up our buckets and trying to regain control of the car before we got too far down in the ditch. No sooner did we get things back in order when, BOOM, he hit us again. This time my cousin just held on to the steering wheel while squatting on one foot and trying to work the pedals with the other. I grabbed the buckets and got us back in a seated position. We were prepared for the next few hits and managed to keep our seats. The great thing about being young was stuff like that was a heck of a lot of fun!
Another time I was riding around one night with that same cousin and his first wife. They were VERY young. He had a blue '72 Impala with a bench seat and an 8 track tape deck under the dash. The three of us were sitting in the front seat and for some reason an argument arose between the two of them. I haven't the slightest idea what it was about but I'm sure it was nothing of importance. Anyway, one thing led to another and when we came to a stop sign my cousin, in a fit of rage, raised his foot up and kicked the tape player clean off the dash board. His wife leaned over, picked it up off the floor, and yanked all the wires loose from under the dash. I rolled down the window just in time for her to fling it out into the ditch. I still remember the look on his face as he sat there in the dashboard lights, realizing that he had just been out temper-tantrummed.
He didn't stay married to her for very long. One night he wasn't feeling well but decided to go into work anyway. He worked the graveyard shift at a local manufacturing plant. He had a suspicion that she was cheating on him, but hadn't actually caught her in the act before. Anyway, before he got to work he started feeling worse and decided to turn around and go home. When he got home his suspicions were verified. Actually, it was a little worse than that. He couldn't find a parking spot.
I thought about telling you of the time my cousin and I drove a car with no seats in it out to a junk yard for a fellow. He had stripped the upholstery out of it and we sat on a couple of buckets turned upside down. The junk yard was out in the country quite a ways down a winding paved road that had very little traffic. The fellow that owned the car followed us out there in his pick up truck and thought it would be funny to ram us from behind as we rode along. He caught us totally by surprise and knocked us off of our buckets, sprawling across the bare floor of the car. As the car kept speeding down the road, my cousin and I duck-walked around in the car gathering up our buckets and trying to regain control of the car before we got too far down in the ditch. No sooner did we get things back in order when, BOOM, he hit us again. This time my cousin just held on to the steering wheel while squatting on one foot and trying to work the pedals with the other. I grabbed the buckets and got us back in a seated position. We were prepared for the next few hits and managed to keep our seats. The great thing about being young was stuff like that was a heck of a lot of fun!
Another time I was riding around one night with that same cousin and his first wife. They were VERY young. He had a blue '72 Impala with a bench seat and an 8 track tape deck under the dash. The three of us were sitting in the front seat and for some reason an argument arose between the two of them. I haven't the slightest idea what it was about but I'm sure it was nothing of importance. Anyway, one thing led to another and when we came to a stop sign my cousin, in a fit of rage, raised his foot up and kicked the tape player clean off the dash board. His wife leaned over, picked it up off the floor, and yanked all the wires loose from under the dash. I rolled down the window just in time for her to fling it out into the ditch. I still remember the look on his face as he sat there in the dashboard lights, realizing that he had just been out temper-tantrummed.
He didn't stay married to her for very long. One night he wasn't feeling well but decided to go into work anyway. He worked the graveyard shift at a local manufacturing plant. He had a suspicion that she was cheating on him, but hadn't actually caught her in the act before. Anyway, before he got to work he started feeling worse and decided to turn around and go home. When he got home his suspicions were verified. Actually, it was a little worse than that. He couldn't find a parking spot.
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