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Monday, Jan. 7, 2002
“I remember it just like it was yesterday, the summer that my
brother Goose and I spent trying to build our own airplane. We had
it on good authority that none other than the Great Gildersleeve
himself would be making a public appearance in St Louis in a month’s
time, and we weren’t about to consider the option of not being
there. We begged mom and dad for weeks, but they failed to realize
the importance of this event, or the relative insignificance of the
36-hour drive to St Louis. Perhaps if we’d had Stephanie on our
side we could have turned the tides, but she was strictly a Fibber
McGee girl and she distanced herself from the negotiations, most
likely because she was angling for a new bike for her birthday. So
it remained for Goose and I to find our own means of transportation
to St Louis, and a homemade airplane sounded as good as any.
Our first prototype was a simple model consisting of an old
mattress we found in the garage with a red racing stripe painted up
the side. And it may have gotten the job done if it weren’t for
Goose, who was scared by a bee when we were hoisting it up onto the
roof and let go of the mattress-plane early, which slid off the roof
and into our neighbor’s pool. Similar was the fate of prototype
number two, an old garbage can tied to a pogo stick, which slid down
the roof while Goose was climbing in and ended up putting a big dent
in the hood of Dad’s car. Goose caught pure hell for that mishap,
and I had to join the 4H Club just to provide an alibi as to where I
was that afternoon.
Goose thought we should go with one of his designs for our third
prototype, and I humored him although I was doubtful because of
Goose’s well-documented lack of imagination. Prototype three ended
up being a big cardboard box with a picture of an airplane taped to
the side, and all I have to say about that is I’m glad Goose broke
my fall. He’s probably lucky he sprained his ankle as well since Mom
was pretty steamed at Goose for cutting up the “A” volume of the
family encyclopedias the way he did.
After that mom and dad both forbade us from attempting any more
flights to St Louis, and we ended up having to listen to the Great
Gildersleeve on the radio instead while Goose was propped up on
icepacks. It probably would have been more fun to be there in
person, but I imagine then we would have missed the fun that night
when we heard that great crash outside and all ran out to find dad
in the driveway amidst a mangled pile of homemade airplane parts.”
“Airplane”
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Milestones
1983: Red Bagel is thrown out of a casino for counting cards. He is not cheating, merely trying to settle a bet
with a friend on how many decks the casino uses.
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Now Hiring
James Bondian Action Hero. Must be proficient in fire arms and small mechanical gadgets with
ridiculous capabilities. Responsibilities include killing unnamed lackeys and doing battle with bizarre supervillians
of non-distinct European origin. Good benefits, adventure, and pussy galore.
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Best Sellers
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The Bridges of Macon County, Georgia
Bobby Ray Poker
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The Lord of the Tacky Pimp Rings
J.Z.Z.Z. Toolking
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Mary Contrary, Are You on the Rag Today?
Dr. Soobst
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Oprah's Book Club Can Eat Me
Jonathan Franzen
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I Sure Miss the Cold War
Tom Clancy
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Copyright © 2002 the.commune Inc. All rights reserved.
Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is likely to piss off her dad big-time.
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"Christmas"
Every Christmas was the same thing at my house. Us kids hung up our socks
by the chimney, except for Goose, who was not allowed to post socks anymore
due to that court order from the neighborhood block association.
"Moon"
In the glory days of childhood I could sit for hours and stare up at the sky, provided it was dark. I would count the stars, lose count, start over from scratch, lose count again, swear very loudly, give up, and just look at the moon.
"Radio"
One day my brother Goose and I had treed a cat. It was barrels of fun, until we heard mom yell from the backporch, 'Kids! Come in and see!'
"First Kiss"
I remember quite clearly the first girl I ever kissed. I was very young and inexperienced, no older than 13. No younger than 13 either. In fact, I was 13.
"Penpal"
In my younger days I had a penpal named LeShandy. He was a boy roughly the same age and lived in a faraway place I had never heard of called Iceland.
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Handimaster 3000
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Miniver Cheevy's 1000-Watt Television Paradise
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