Chris,
Be careful, that's how my sickness started that turned into
pneumonia and caused me to lose my classes this semester.
Looking back, I wouldn't have drank any beer...
I'd have probably made a whiskey toddy. Or few....
Anyway, sure hope you are back to your ole self real soon!
Looks like I'm gonna head up north this weekend to somewhere in South Carolina
with my Landlord.
He and his Brother own a cabin on some lake and they are prepping it for seasonal rentals.
I'm gonna re-key some locks, change out some locks and possibly add deadbolts.
I'll also provide an overall security assessment and recommendations.
After all, for them to rent it, they have to have the right insurance and to get the right insurance,
the agent is likely to inspect the property before issuing a policy.
I'll probably get enough credit to catch me up on my rent,
and hopefully a couple of meals!
Here's a quick story I thought of while making my tool list for this weekend....
When I was about 14, about, hmm... '72 or '73, the carnival made their annual visit.
Of course, you know ALL 14 year old kids were drawn to the carnival like moths to the Coleman.
I managed to "get in good" with the guys that had the "Crane" booth.
I got in so good, they allowed me to work!
It cost $0.25 for each try and all I had to do was take the money and flip a lever.
It was a booth that was actually a camper type trailer that would open up on all 4 sides.
Each side had 4 cranes. It got pretty busy at times....
If someone won, I'd have to keep all of the crane "pits" filled with merchandise.
Strategically placed...
90% of the "Prizes" came from boxes marked, "China."
The other 10% were not able to be picked up by the crane.
The first night, I stayed past my curfew and caught h--- from Mom.
I explained to her where I was and what I had been doing.
Then I showed her the $20 bill I had been paid!
She was slightly impressed with my honesty and my ability to find a job that paid.
I'd always had to acquire my own pocket money. NEVER got an allowance.
(It was explained to me that my allowance was clean clothes, school, food and a place to sleep.)
I've sold Garden Seeds and Christmas Cards door to door and had a paper route.
(For the kids reading this--
Once upon a time, people paid money for kids like myself to deliver a newspaper,
yes, a REAL newspaper, to their house every day, usually in the afternoon, after school.
At one time, I picked up my bundle, rolled, rubber banded,
loaded my bagsful on to my bike and delivered to about 250 customers.
Every day 'cept Sunday.)
Anyway,
Mom still assessed my "missing curfew" with the punishment,
the next day, Saturday, at pulling weeds from the brick sidewalk and
helping my Dad clean the garage.
Saturday came; I was up at 6 am pulling weeds. I finished about 8 when my
Dad came out to go to the garage.
I "propelled" Dad to quit lolly-gagging; "Let's get this done. Don't you want to go fishing, Pop?"
We finished the garage by about noon,
and upon inspection by my Mom of both chores, was released to freedom the rest of the day!
Guess where Scott went?
Yep.
Back to workin' the cranes.
The rest of the day.
And afternoon.
And evening.
And night.
Dang!
I'm SO in trouble again!
Hmmm.
The carnival is leavin' after tomorrow night. I'm Really in trouble...2+2=
I'm runnin' away with the Carnival!
Any way, I'm sure y'all don't really wanna hear the rest.
SPOILER ALERT:
I didn't "run off with the carnival."
My Mom...well, just picture
Lois from "Malcolm in the Middle...."
The carnival actually left about 4 hours earlier than I had been told by my crane friends.
I still wonder if my Mom had anything to do with that......
At LEAST a dozen stories just from this song!
Think I'll a have my first bit of libation since my illness.
"ARF!"
Best,
Scott
I was just poking a little bit of fun, let's not start the second installment of the war of 1812 on this fine Thursday evening?
) I go, time for some specialty beer, be back in 20.
