Maybe you've read a previous post about me wanting to be a conservationist. When I started my college career I was studying biology and science and on a course of study that would allow me to be a conservationist. But life has its turns and life took me in another direction. But I never gave up on the dream.
Aerosmith has a song I called to mind the other day entitled Dream On. One of the key lines in the song says "Dream until your dream comes true."
Well, after 49 years, one of my dreams is about to come true. I am enrolled in the Missouri Master Naturalist program sponsored by the Missouri Department of Conservation and the University of Missouri Extension department. This program is an adult community-based natural resource education and volunteer service program. The mission of the program is to engage Missourians in the stewardship of our state's natural resources through science-based education and volunteer community service.
I will receive a minimum of 40 hours classroom training coupled with 10 hours in the field. I will also devote an additional 10 hours of work to a community service project of my choosing. Classroom study includes ecology, prairie restoration, monitoring water quality in streams and rivers, native plant identification, and bird identification, etc. There are many other subjects covered in class too numerous to mention.
Once I've become a certified Master Naturalist I will have to do an additional 40 hours classroom and 10 hours field work each year to maintain certification.
I've had a couple of other dreams over the years.
One of them is to hike in the Grand Canyon. Sandy and I have a trip planned to go to the Grand Canyon for our 20th wedding anniversary this coming May and hike in the canyon. So if the good Lord is willing and the creek don't rise, I think that dream will come true.
I have another dream of going to Alaska before I die or am too old to enjoy it. No trip plans as yet.
Martin Luther King, Jr. said: "I have a dream." And it was a big dream. I have a big dream too.
My big dream is that my 4 sons would get together someplace, visit with each other, enjoy each other, and get to know each other better. And, o yow, that they would do it before I go on to the spirit world and that they would invite me to be there with them.
So don't give up on your dreams. It may take years and years for some of them to be fulfilled .... like maybe 49! Hope yours won't take that long.
One final thought as of this writing: "Dream until your dream comes true." (Aerosmith)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
1943 ... The Best of Times !
I'm getting older than I feel. My chronological age far outweighs my mental age. Here are some of the things that were happening in 1943 when I was born, some 66 years ago. First and foremost, none of you were born yet! Life did go on before you arrived on planet earth.
Some interesting (maybe just to me) things include: Angelo Bertelli won the Heisman Trophy at the University of Notre Dame. The Chicago Bears won the championship of the National Football League (Pre-Super Bowl days). The Detroit Red Wings won the Stanley Cup for professional hockey. The University of Wyoming won the NCAA men's basketball championship. The Yankees won the World Series of baseball (no surprise).
The average income of an American household was $2,041; a new car cost $900 (don't know what manufacture); a new house cost $3600 (don't know the sq. footage); a loaf of bread sold for 10 cents; a gallon of regular gas cost 15 cents; a gallon of milk was 62 cents; gold sold for $35 per ounce; silver sold for 71 cents per ounce; and the DOW Jones Average hit a high of 134 points.
The President of the United States was Franklin Roosevelt. The life expectancy was 62.9 years (so I've outlived that expectancy by now, I'm 66).
Joe Namath, the football player from the University of Alabama and later pro player for the N.Y. Jets was born on May 31. Chevy Chase the comedic entertainer was born October 8. Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones was born on July 26. There were 11 others but I doubt you would recognize their names.
Nostalgia news reports include that 150,000 German Troops surrender in North Africa. The German Army surrenders at Stalingrad. Mussolini deposed and Italy surrenders to General Eisenhower, Japan withdraws all troops from Guadalcanal, and The Pentagon completed the worlds largest office building at a completed cost of $64 million dollars (a huge some in that day and time).
Roosevelt calls for a $100 Billion Dollar Military Budget (I think the current budget proposal for 2010 and 2011 is over 3 Trillion dollars with $850-900 billion going to the defense department).
Canned food and shoes were rationed in the U.S. The Jefferson Memorial was dedicated in Washington, D.C. The War Department issued a directive that said no hard liquor for Army personnel. General Dwight D. Eisenhower is named Supreme Commander of the European Forces. One of the most important things a soldier could carry into battle was a box of band-aids.
The best motion picture of the year was Casablanca. The biggest musical hit for the time was a musical named Oklahoma.
A major invention of the year was the drug LSD. It became a hit with many young people in the 1960's and 1970's. (From a song: I took a trip and never left the farm ... even though I think those words were related to sitting on a sack of marijuana seeds.)
Camel and Lucky Strikes were the most popular cigarettes costing 7 cents per pack.
A few more tidbits. No one in my home town had a television. Few had radios. Most read newspapers to get their news from around the country and around the world. It was 1958 before the first television arrived in Oak Grove. Jasper Scott purchased a 7" rectangular black and white television. He was the talk of the town and he was sitting in tall cotton. My family didn't get a TV until I was a junior in High School. I had no transistor radio (equivalent to an ipod these days.) Video games did not exist. Child care centers and kindergarten classes were to be found only in the big cities. I went to the 1st grade when I was 5 years old. No stereo, it was all mono, no CD's or DVD's, but we did have 331/3 rpm albums, 78 rpm albums, and 45 rpm discs. None of them were very portable to lug around. They were flimsly plastic and scratched easily.
But ... I grew up in the best of times. We rode our bikes all over town and never feared of getting molested or kidnapped. We weren't frustrated with so many choices of things to have and buy. If you got one present at Christmas time you were lucky. I knew kids in my home town that didn't get any present. We didn't have 300 cereals to choose from. We had Kool-Aid and that was about it. We had Coke, Pepsi, 7-Up and Root Beer. Maybe 3-4 varieties of snack cakes like Twinkies. The cookie section at the grocery store took up about 2 sections of shelves on an aisle. Pet food was even less of a selection. You could bring home 2-3 sacks full of groceries for $5-$7, meat included.
No computers, no smart phones, no iPhones, no Blackberrys, no i-pods. We just played with each other out in the front or back yard and entertained ourselves.
Ahhhhhhh ..... those were the best of times!
Some interesting (maybe just to me) things include: Angelo Bertelli won the Heisman Trophy at the University of Notre Dame. The Chicago Bears won the championship of the National Football League (Pre-Super Bowl days). The Detroit Red Wings won the Stanley Cup for professional hockey. The University of Wyoming won the NCAA men's basketball championship. The Yankees won the World Series of baseball (no surprise).
The average income of an American household was $2,041; a new car cost $900 (don't know what manufacture); a new house cost $3600 (don't know the sq. footage); a loaf of bread sold for 10 cents; a gallon of regular gas cost 15 cents; a gallon of milk was 62 cents; gold sold for $35 per ounce; silver sold for 71 cents per ounce; and the DOW Jones Average hit a high of 134 points.
The President of the United States was Franklin Roosevelt. The life expectancy was 62.9 years (so I've outlived that expectancy by now, I'm 66).
Joe Namath, the football player from the University of Alabama and later pro player for the N.Y. Jets was born on May 31. Chevy Chase the comedic entertainer was born October 8. Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones was born on July 26. There were 11 others but I doubt you would recognize their names.
Nostalgia news reports include that 150,000 German Troops surrender in North Africa. The German Army surrenders at Stalingrad. Mussolini deposed and Italy surrenders to General Eisenhower, Japan withdraws all troops from Guadalcanal, and The Pentagon completed the worlds largest office building at a completed cost of $64 million dollars (a huge some in that day and time).
Roosevelt calls for a $100 Billion Dollar Military Budget (I think the current budget proposal for 2010 and 2011 is over 3 Trillion dollars with $850-900 billion going to the defense department).
Canned food and shoes were rationed in the U.S. The Jefferson Memorial was dedicated in Washington, D.C. The War Department issued a directive that said no hard liquor for Army personnel. General Dwight D. Eisenhower is named Supreme Commander of the European Forces. One of the most important things a soldier could carry into battle was a box of band-aids.
The best motion picture of the year was Casablanca. The biggest musical hit for the time was a musical named Oklahoma.
A major invention of the year was the drug LSD. It became a hit with many young people in the 1960's and 1970's. (From a song: I took a trip and never left the farm ... even though I think those words were related to sitting on a sack of marijuana seeds.)
Camel and Lucky Strikes were the most popular cigarettes costing 7 cents per pack.
A few more tidbits. No one in my home town had a television. Few had radios. Most read newspapers to get their news from around the country and around the world. It was 1958 before the first television arrived in Oak Grove. Jasper Scott purchased a 7" rectangular black and white television. He was the talk of the town and he was sitting in tall cotton. My family didn't get a TV until I was a junior in High School. I had no transistor radio (equivalent to an ipod these days.) Video games did not exist. Child care centers and kindergarten classes were to be found only in the big cities. I went to the 1st grade when I was 5 years old. No stereo, it was all mono, no CD's or DVD's, but we did have 331/3 rpm albums, 78 rpm albums, and 45 rpm discs. None of them were very portable to lug around. They were flimsly plastic and scratched easily.
But ... I grew up in the best of times. We rode our bikes all over town and never feared of getting molested or kidnapped. We weren't frustrated with so many choices of things to have and buy. If you got one present at Christmas time you were lucky. I knew kids in my home town that didn't get any present. We didn't have 300 cereals to choose from. We had Kool-Aid and that was about it. We had Coke, Pepsi, 7-Up and Root Beer. Maybe 3-4 varieties of snack cakes like Twinkies. The cookie section at the grocery store took up about 2 sections of shelves on an aisle. Pet food was even less of a selection. You could bring home 2-3 sacks full of groceries for $5-$7, meat included.
No computers, no smart phones, no iPhones, no Blackberrys, no i-pods. We just played with each other out in the front or back yard and entertained ourselves.
Ahhhhhhh ..... those were the best of times!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Stained Forever
I was just a kid about 9-10 years old. We went to Sears-Roebucks up in Kansas City (that's what Sears was called way back when) to buy some clothes etc. We always went to the sales floor to look at the items we were interested in and then went to the catalog order desk and placed our order because the items were less expensive at the catalog desk. Of course you had to wait and wait and wait and wait and wait to get your order processed. But hey, my dad
thought it was worth the wait to save a dollar. So we did ... we waited.
My parents let me buy a new pair of white high-top Converse basketball shoes. We didn't call them sneakers back then. We either called them basketball shoes or tennis shoes ... not sneakers! Anyway, when I tried them on at the shoe department, I could jump at least a foot to a foot and a half higher (I thought) with them on. They were super. I couldn't wait to go out for the basketball team because now I thought I could get up around close to the rim ... NOT ! I was proud of my new basketball shoes ... I was standing tall ... I was sitting in deep cotton ... I thought I was "hot stuff" because I had a new pair of shoes.
On the way home my dad always liked to stop at an old-fashioned Dairy Dip for some ice cream. It was located on the corner of 40 Highway and Noland Road in Independence. I liked to stop there too.
We all got our favorite dairy treat and then headed home in the truck ... Dad driving, mom in the middle, and me riding shotgun. It was chilly and windy so we had the windows barely cracked in the truck for some much needed fresh air.
Back in the day before the awareness of keeping the roadside environment clean by not throwing trash out the window, most everyone just threw their car trash out the window of their vehicle and littered the side of the roadway. Well were no different than anyone else. We thru our fair amount out the window too.
I remember I was sitting in the seat looking at my new white basketball shoes while riding down the road. I sat them on my lap and was admiring them. This was the first time I remember getting any new shoes ... I'm sure I had some before but I don't remember. I finished my dairy treat, rolled down the window and threw my cup out the window and then rolled the window back up. Mom, sitting next to me, almost finished her dairy treat, didn't want any more of it, and promptly threw the remains out of what she thought was a rolled down window. It wasn't. The window was rolled up. So, all of her left-over purple colored raspberry syrup fell into my lap all over my new white basketball shoes. Man, what a deal! I was horrified and heartbroken! My new shoes were ruined. Now I could never jump high again! My mom was horrified too and very apologetic. Dad was just pissed off because the juice had gotten on the window and the door panel and now he was gonna have to clean it up.
Well ... mom tried and tried and tried to get the stain off my shoes but nothing worked. I had to wear them to school with big purple stains on them ... and they were brand spanking new! Mom felt terrible and said she was sorry, sorry, sorry that she had ruined them. I forgave her because I knew it was an accident, but my shoes were "stained forever."
thought it was worth the wait to save a dollar. So we did ... we waited.
My parents let me buy a new pair of white high-top Converse basketball shoes. We didn't call them sneakers back then. We either called them basketball shoes or tennis shoes ... not sneakers! Anyway, when I tried them on at the shoe department, I could jump at least a foot to a foot and a half higher (I thought) with them on. They were super. I couldn't wait to go out for the basketball team because now I thought I could get up around close to the rim ... NOT ! I was proud of my new basketball shoes ... I was standing tall ... I was sitting in deep cotton ... I thought I was "hot stuff" because I had a new pair of shoes.
On the way home my dad always liked to stop at an old-fashioned Dairy Dip for some ice cream. It was located on the corner of 40 Highway and Noland Road in Independence. I liked to stop there too.
We all got our favorite dairy treat and then headed home in the truck ... Dad driving, mom in the middle, and me riding shotgun. It was chilly and windy so we had the windows barely cracked in the truck for some much needed fresh air.
Back in the day before the awareness of keeping the roadside environment clean by not throwing trash out the window, most everyone just threw their car trash out the window of their vehicle and littered the side of the roadway. Well were no different than anyone else. We thru our fair amount out the window too.
I remember I was sitting in the seat looking at my new white basketball shoes while riding down the road. I sat them on my lap and was admiring them. This was the first time I remember getting any new shoes ... I'm sure I had some before but I don't remember. I finished my dairy treat, rolled down the window and threw my cup out the window and then rolled the window back up. Mom, sitting next to me, almost finished her dairy treat, didn't want any more of it, and promptly threw the remains out of what she thought was a rolled down window. It wasn't. The window was rolled up. So, all of her left-over purple colored raspberry syrup fell into my lap all over my new white basketball shoes. Man, what a deal! I was horrified and heartbroken! My new shoes were ruined. Now I could never jump high again! My mom was horrified too and very apologetic. Dad was just pissed off because the juice had gotten on the window and the door panel and now he was gonna have to clean it up.
Well ... mom tried and tried and tried to get the stain off my shoes but nothing worked. I had to wear them to school with big purple stains on them ... and they were brand spanking new! Mom felt terrible and said she was sorry, sorry, sorry that she had ruined them. I forgave her because I knew it was an accident, but my shoes were "stained forever."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Burn Baby Burn !
I was a senior in high school. One night my sister Betty called on the telephone and asked my mother to let her talk to me. When I answered she asked me, "Guess what's on fire?" My first thought was that the First Baptist Church was on fire because I used to help my grandpa clean the building and I was always seeing dirty rags in the furnace room and I was afraid they would spontaneously combust and burn down the church building. When I told her I thought it was the church she said "no, it's the high school." My first thought was "Hallelujah, hallelujah, the school is on fire. I hope it completely burns down." It did. It was a two story brick structure with a basement and the fire totally gutted the building. Nothing was salvageable. Fire authorities concluded that the fire had started due to the old furnace exploding and catching the building on fire.
This was great, I thought. No school. No school building. No where to go to school. But wait ... the school board had other ideas. The school burned on Friday and we went back to school on Monday, just like usual. The school board decided to hold all high school grades and classes in the school gymnasium. They had card tables and long tables set up in the gym and even had room for two classes on the stage. The building burned in January so we had 5 months of classes in the gym. It was a hoot. No one learned anything because it was just one big party after another for the rest of the year. People made and threw paper airplanes, wads of paper, balls of paper, spit balls, books, and all sorts of other kinds of shenanigans. If you sat close to the curtain on the stage you could part the curtain a little bit and cause all sorts of distractions to the classes on the gym floor. I don't know how the teachers put up with the situation.
We were assigned seats and had to sit at certain tables. It was total chaos when we changed from class to class. At one of my tables we had a kid that would drink Wildroot Creme Oil (a hair dressing) and he could also fart on command. We were always getting him to take a swig of hair oil and if he drank too much he would always go to the bathroom and puke. Of course we thought that was hilariously funny. It was even funnier to make him fart whenever we wanted to. We would wait until things were pretty quiet and then make him fart. That would crack up everybody and the teachers would lose control and begin yelling for us to restore order.
One time during an episode like the one described above, I didn't know it but the PE teacher was standing directly behind me where I couldn't see him. He was also the football, basketball, and track coach. Well, we made our classmate fart and I began to laugh silently and about to bust a gut. Then I lost it and laughed out loud. Suddenly, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and a stern voice from coach Coen. He spun me around and told me I had just laughed myself off the track team. He suspended me for the next two track meets. We only had three left, so while I was disappointed, it wasn't as big of a deal to me as it was to him.
The last five months of my senior year in high school was total chaos as far as learning anything. I think all the school did was to meet attendance requirements so they could continue to receive state funds to operate the school. I'm convinced no learning took place.
I think the board of education graduated all seniors whether they had earned the right or not. All students in grades 9-11 were promoted to the next grade at the end of the school year.
During our time in the gym most of us were in trouble most of the time (this included the girls as well). I'm sure our teachers wanted to pull their hair out. I'm sure they were frustrated to the 'nth degree.
I remember on one occasion after school we pulled Johnny Shelby's bicycle up the flag pole. Of course, the school principal was watching us out of his office window. We thought he had gone home but he fooled us. The next day he made the four of us go out to the flagpole and hold on to it for an hour. If we took our hand off the pole he would yell at us from his window.
This wasn't the only trouble I got into but I'll not reveal some of the others. Just junky kid stuff that was probably perceived as "bad behavior" at the time but not really. Only fun lovin things that most any kid would do if they had the opportunity.
As a kid I was fun-lovin-ornery. Only did one thing that was really bad and not acceptable, but I paid the price for doing it. That's a whole different story.
Burn baby burn!
This was great, I thought. No school. No school building. No where to go to school. But wait ... the school board had other ideas. The school burned on Friday and we went back to school on Monday, just like usual. The school board decided to hold all high school grades and classes in the school gymnasium. They had card tables and long tables set up in the gym and even had room for two classes on the stage. The building burned in January so we had 5 months of classes in the gym. It was a hoot. No one learned anything because it was just one big party after another for the rest of the year. People made and threw paper airplanes, wads of paper, balls of paper, spit balls, books, and all sorts of other kinds of shenanigans. If you sat close to the curtain on the stage you could part the curtain a little bit and cause all sorts of distractions to the classes on the gym floor. I don't know how the teachers put up with the situation.
We were assigned seats and had to sit at certain tables. It was total chaos when we changed from class to class. At one of my tables we had a kid that would drink Wildroot Creme Oil (a hair dressing) and he could also fart on command. We were always getting him to take a swig of hair oil and if he drank too much he would always go to the bathroom and puke. Of course we thought that was hilariously funny. It was even funnier to make him fart whenever we wanted to. We would wait until things were pretty quiet and then make him fart. That would crack up everybody and the teachers would lose control and begin yelling for us to restore order.
One time during an episode like the one described above, I didn't know it but the PE teacher was standing directly behind me where I couldn't see him. He was also the football, basketball, and track coach. Well, we made our classmate fart and I began to laugh silently and about to bust a gut. Then I lost it and laughed out loud. Suddenly, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and a stern voice from coach Coen. He spun me around and told me I had just laughed myself off the track team. He suspended me for the next two track meets. We only had three left, so while I was disappointed, it wasn't as big of a deal to me as it was to him.
The last five months of my senior year in high school was total chaos as far as learning anything. I think all the school did was to meet attendance requirements so they could continue to receive state funds to operate the school. I'm convinced no learning took place.
I think the board of education graduated all seniors whether they had earned the right or not. All students in grades 9-11 were promoted to the next grade at the end of the school year.
During our time in the gym most of us were in trouble most of the time (this included the girls as well). I'm sure our teachers wanted to pull their hair out. I'm sure they were frustrated to the 'nth degree.
I remember on one occasion after school we pulled Johnny Shelby's bicycle up the flag pole. Of course, the school principal was watching us out of his office window. We thought he had gone home but he fooled us. The next day he made the four of us go out to the flagpole and hold on to it for an hour. If we took our hand off the pole he would yell at us from his window.
This wasn't the only trouble I got into but I'll not reveal some of the others. Just junky kid stuff that was probably perceived as "bad behavior" at the time but not really. Only fun lovin things that most any kid would do if they had the opportunity.
As a kid I was fun-lovin-ornery. Only did one thing that was really bad and not acceptable, but I paid the price for doing it. That's a whole different story.
Burn baby burn!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Grandpas Rubbers !!!
When we moved to town we lived right next door to my grandmother and step-grandpa. Grandpa was deaf as a door nail and he read lips to understand what you were saying when you talked to him. He was a little guy about 5 foot 6 inches tall and didn't weigh very much. I think he had to hold on to a tree or something if he got caught out in a strong wind to keep from blowing away. He was a pretty cool ole guy and I always liked being around him. He chewed tobacco and smoked a pipe which my grandma didn't like. He always had tobacco juice stains on his shirt.
When we got our TV he would come over a lot and watch. He loved to watch 'rasslin and would get all worked up watching the matches. He swore that the matches were real. His favorite 'rasslers included Gorgeous George and Wahoo McDaniels.
Years ago people wore goulashes (rubber foot wear) when it was wet and rainy outside to keep the mud and water off your shoes. Some were real fancy and just slipped over your shoes and some went clear to your knees with fancy buckles or zippers to close them up on your pant legs.
One time when grandpa came over to watch 'rasslin it began raining and then it started storming. The weather turned really nasty and our drive way was real muddy. Grandma called my mom on the telephone to see if we were okay during the storm. While she was talking to grandma, grandpa got mom's attention and asked her to ask grandma to bring over his rubbers. Well, when I heard that, I freaked out. I was about 10 or 11 at the time and was just beginning to learn about the birds and the bees and learning what all the graffiti on the bathroom walls meant. I was learning all the "dirty" stuff and had just learned what prophylactics were and that the common name for them was "rubbers."
A few minutes later grandma showed up carrying grandpa's goulashes (rubber foot wear) which he called his rubbers. You can imagine how shocked I was to learn that rubber foot wear were also called rubbers.
I was shocked and thoroughly disappointed to learn that grandpa didn't want his rubbers for what I thought he wanted them for.
When we got our TV he would come over a lot and watch. He loved to watch 'rasslin and would get all worked up watching the matches. He swore that the matches were real. His favorite 'rasslers included Gorgeous George and Wahoo McDaniels.
Years ago people wore goulashes (rubber foot wear) when it was wet and rainy outside to keep the mud and water off your shoes. Some were real fancy and just slipped over your shoes and some went clear to your knees with fancy buckles or zippers to close them up on your pant legs.
One time when grandpa came over to watch 'rasslin it began raining and then it started storming. The weather turned really nasty and our drive way was real muddy. Grandma called my mom on the telephone to see if we were okay during the storm. While she was talking to grandma, grandpa got mom's attention and asked her to ask grandma to bring over his rubbers. Well, when I heard that, I freaked out. I was about 10 or 11 at the time and was just beginning to learn about the birds and the bees and learning what all the graffiti on the bathroom walls meant. I was learning all the "dirty" stuff and had just learned what prophylactics were and that the common name for them was "rubbers."
A few minutes later grandma showed up carrying grandpa's goulashes (rubber foot wear) which he called his rubbers. You can imagine how shocked I was to learn that rubber foot wear were also called rubbers.
I was shocked and thoroughly disappointed to learn that grandpa didn't want his rubbers for what I thought he wanted them for.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Busted Again !
Me and my friends were always sneaking around and smoking whatever we could find to smoke. One time I found an open pack of Camel cigarettes in our garage. I was about 12 or 13 years old. The cigarettes belonged to my dad and he had left them there, probably for future use. I thought about not taking them for a minute but my friends encouraged me or dared me to take them anyway. So we were standing there talking about where we could go to smoke them. One of the guys had a lighter so we decided we would go across the street and go out behind Leonard Johnson's barn and smoke all we could before supper.
While we were standing there my mother drove in the driveway and I panicked when I saw her. I shoved the pack of cigarettes into the front of my pants. I didn't realize that the pack was upside down and that when I started walking up the driveway the cigarettes were coming out of the pack and falling down my pant leg onto the ground. We walked on out of the driveway and headed for Leonard's barn. We smoked all of them, probably 10 cigarettes. There was 3 of us so we each had a good smoking session. After we finished smoking my friends went on back to their houses and I headed home for supper.
When I went in I washed my hands and face and proceeded to the supper table. When I sat down I noticed my plate was turned upside down. I knew I was in trouble but I didn't know what for. After my dad offered a prayer of thanks for the meal, I turned my plate right side up and then I knew what I was in trouble for. There lay 3 Camel cigarettes. I looked at mom and then dad and they didn't say a word ... they just looked at me with a stare that would kill.
I was busted, again!
While we were standing there my mother drove in the driveway and I panicked when I saw her. I shoved the pack of cigarettes into the front of my pants. I didn't realize that the pack was upside down and that when I started walking up the driveway the cigarettes were coming out of the pack and falling down my pant leg onto the ground. We walked on out of the driveway and headed for Leonard's barn. We smoked all of them, probably 10 cigarettes. There was 3 of us so we each had a good smoking session. After we finished smoking my friends went on back to their houses and I headed home for supper.
When I went in I washed my hands and face and proceeded to the supper table. When I sat down I noticed my plate was turned upside down. I knew I was in trouble but I didn't know what for. After my dad offered a prayer of thanks for the meal, I turned my plate right side up and then I knew what I was in trouble for. There lay 3 Camel cigarettes. I looked at mom and then dad and they didn't say a word ... they just looked at me with a stare that would kill.
I was busted, again!
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