Thanks for the response, Freedom. I was uncertain whether to continue. You have encouraged me. I suspect there will be two or three more chapters published in the next two or three months. :-)
I apologize for the formatting problem. I will never understand computers.
I remember in grade school when the teacher would us read a chapter a day of a good book, it was sweet agony waiting for the story to unfold. I like the feeling of anticipation. (Nowadays we glut on everything…watching an entire season of a show in a day or two!)
In fact, here is a true story about armadillos: In 1965, when I was in 10th grade, a few close friends and I organized a club and we called ourselves the FERNDOKS (the Friends, Enemies, and Republicans of North Dakota, Ohio, and Kansas). I was voted to be the Great Fern. As my first dictate, I ruled that all members should carry identification cards and those cards were photos of an armadillo cut out from the biology textbooks (Mr. Dice, the teacher, was furious). Soon after that, I ordered an armadillo from Mr. Jim's Animal Kingdom (a pet store 1/4 mile from my high school). When it arrived, Mr. Jim called my parents with the good news. As you can imagine, my parents were humiliated and ashamed of me. Mr. Jim was surprisingly understanding, though I was never again allowed into the store.
I don't know if it's because I was run over by a motorcycle when I was ten and had a blood clot on my brain or whether there are deep psychological scars that I've never dealt with. My memory is like swiss cheese. There is a snapshot here and a snapshot there; but no cohesive story to tell. After the episode with the understanding "Mr. Jim", the next thing I remember is being in college.
Patiently waiting for the next episode.
I nominate Carlton for Sec. of Defense, maybe head of the Dept. of Homeland Security. We need diversity!
QUOTA, n. : the sum of illegitimate hogs, slopping at the trough
I am captivated and intrigued…looking forward to chapter two and seeing where this leads 🐷
Thanks for the response, Freedom. I was uncertain whether to continue. You have encouraged me. I suspect there will be two or three more chapters published in the next two or three months. :-)
I apologize for the formatting problem. I will never understand computers.
Yay 😁
I remember in grade school when the teacher would us read a chapter a day of a good book, it was sweet agony waiting for the story to unfold. I like the feeling of anticipation. (Nowadays we glut on everything…watching an entire season of a show in a day or two!)
I am coming at this late so I can binge if I want to.
Eat the whole packet.
Don't make a pig of yourself. :-D
Stop with the ham acting CC.
D-oh!!!
I really was looking forward to a story about armadillos .
Be patient, my friend.
In fact, here is a true story about armadillos: In 1965, when I was in 10th grade, a few close friends and I organized a club and we called ourselves the FERNDOKS (the Friends, Enemies, and Republicans of North Dakota, Ohio, and Kansas). I was voted to be the Great Fern. As my first dictate, I ruled that all members should carry identification cards and those cards were photos of an armadillo cut out from the biology textbooks (Mr. Dice, the teacher, was furious). Soon after that, I ordered an armadillo from Mr. Jim's Animal Kingdom (a pet store 1/4 mile from my high school). When it arrived, Mr. Jim called my parents with the good news. As you can imagine, my parents were humiliated and ashamed of me. Mr. Jim was surprisingly understanding, though I was never again allowed into the store.
And then what happened?
I don't know if it's because I was run over by a motorcycle when I was ten and had a blood clot on my brain or whether there are deep psychological scars that I've never dealt with. My memory is like swiss cheese. There is a snapshot here and a snapshot there; but no cohesive story to tell. After the episode with the understanding "Mr. Jim", the next thing I remember is being in college.
Well, now you've got me thinking, and I don't think that I can actually remember childhood stuff.
I can tell you lots of things that I did back then but not in any meaningful remembering way.
I certainly wouldn't get anywhere near being able to relive it.
In the more recent past it's the embarrassing things that I remember best.