One of the things we will take with us when we die is memories. I wanted to share a couple of memories with ya’ll before anyone continues to that point. First comes from back home in NC from my teenage years. Since I was about twelve years old I’ve lived in a house in NC. When we moved in, the boys got the cool option of having cork board installed on an entire wall in their bedrooms. Shortly after, Cotton filled his with posters, art, and other such things. I on the other hand had a few posters of my idols, the teenage mutant ninja turtles, and the rest of the cork board was filled with targets. Targets of all shapes and sizes, bad guy silhouettes, bright round orange circles, pictures of highschool teachers… anything really. I had been given a low powered dart gun that shot BBs, pellets, and darts. It was great, plus it wasn’t powerful enough to go through the cork board. Well as I matured and became more interested in different weapons, and I have no idea why I was allowed to, but I ended up with some ninja throwing stars. Some with long tips and very sharp, others just sharp enough to stick into drywall. Well I threw those at the targets almost everyday, ignoring the idea that they were going through the corkboard into the drywall. In addition, I set a BB trap box (thank Boy Scouts) at the base of the wall. I had lots of fun. Last week, Mom and Dad took all the cork board off the walls. I quote Dad’s email: “Attempting to fix the holy wall today… biggest hole seemed to be at the bottom near the baseboard… upon closer inspection… I discovered remnants of perhaps, a Civil War battle?
Ya’ll may want to save these for future reference as your own children might inherit your destructive tendencies.
Or so I hope. -dad”
Unfortunately there isn’t a picture of the second story. Yesterday I was helping McGowan move into his new house. I was driving a pick up truck with a couch, box spring, and a king sized mattress. Heading north on University Ave, we hit about 40 mph, and a big gust of wind came, lifting the KING sized mattress off the bed of the truck snapping the twine and spining it into the middle of the lane. I quickly stopped, backed up and McGowan and I threw it back on top while a crowd of cars watched on. Later on in the day we had a good laugh about how high it flew. That is a good memory.
