I'm disappointed that the girls don't seem to be interested. Except for Lori. I know that when Lori called me to get on board, she also told me that Cathy Jean, Sharon and the Haltigan girls were interested too. I know that Cathy, Maryanne, and Sharon created names and passwords. But so far, only Lori has gotten involved. Cathy sent a nice greeting, so there's hope. However, Sharon wrote some nondescript comment, and Maryanne or Tina haven't posted at all. Perhaps the problem lies in the technology, and they simply don't know how to work it.
Plus, i spoke to Joe Casassa a few weeks ago, and sent him an invitation. He hasn't responded. I sent a letter to Peter Geopfert, and Tony Stabile, and still no response.
I don't mean to offend at all. I would love to hear from them is the only reason for the whining. That's all.
Maybe the girls think this is just an testosterone fest.
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Remember how we used to play Time Machine in your backyard Steve? You and I loved that game. We would climb up that tree/bush in the yard and shake each branch to activate time travel? Steve F and Jerry liked to play as well, but they preferred to be a dinosaur from the past (Jerry) or a person from the future (Steve F). But you and I liked to travel through time. This blog is in many ways a time machine. Some people do not like to play "time travel" as much as others.
Testosterone fest? That would explain the *ahem* volume of my posts.
And Steven and I both remember shaking a tree branch a bit too hard one time...
I don't remember playing a dinosaur, Dennis, but I'm sure I did some time in my childhood. I hope it was a T-Rex. He is King.
Hey, Fried, did you get your username from my mom? I do remember my mom saying "Friedman, go home." a few times. Give me a ten second count. Memories!
Of course. I've developed quite the complex.
The great thing about the time machine is we traveled great distances, fought mighty foes, and dicovered uncharted territory. Yet never left the confines of my backyard. Proving once and for all that all children need is a shrub, and their imagination, and they can go anywhere. I don't think we ever changed the oil on that thing though. Wasn't looking to good in the end.
We also tore apart Favola's giant hedge. Cutting out 4 foot spears, which we then used to attack the very same hedge. We also successfully laid on top of the hedge. Using the the telephone pole support to climb up. Of course we proceeded to fall into the hedge, pushing it out much further nature had intended.
I remember two times my brother climed a tree.
One was in our backyard, where a bluejay totally smacked him in the forehead and he slid down about 4 feet. Those fu--ers are nasty.
Those trees have since been cut down (the one closest to the house you could climb to the top and see Kennedy High School) but not because of that.
The other time scared the shit out of me. The two houses facing the end of Prospect - the one on the left - had this huge tree that everyone including myself and Brian K used to climb. One day Steven's up there and he totally falls out of the tree onto the rusted chain link fence....the ones that curl up at the top into a little V of death...except every link that he hits is already bent down from the rest of us using it to climb the tree. So instead of his intestines pulled out or gangrene, etc. the little shit walks away with a bruise.
To this day I wonder if he pissed himself...
I still remember that vividly. It could've gone very wrong.
Talk about thankful.
Puglet- I was there too! I still remember that vividly. We were up so high! We were building the floor of a tree fort and it collapsed. Steven O fell and hit every single branch on the way down. Steve F fell straight down, but landed on the steel picket fence on his back, but only in the area of the fence that was bent backward. I remember him running home as fast as anyone ever ran. I remember that vividly!
I assume this is the event Steven was refering to. I had the unique perspective of seeing it from above. Climbing trees is every boys right of passage, and taking risks is another. Combine the two, and it's heart attack galore for the parents.
On this day, Steven and I were about 2/3 up that tree. We were standing on, Steven was on the outside, what appeared to be a sturdy branch. We decided to move further out to the end. In a heartbeat, the branch broke. The whole thing seemed to pass in slow motion. It appeared the branches below swallowed Steven. I heard the bang of the fence, and just thought the worst. I was still dangling from the above branch as i saw Steven, hunched over holding his stomach, scurrying home. The fact that he got up to run home lead me to think it could have been worse.
Steven, what say you.
It appears we fell out of several trees.
My last words words before the accident: "Don't come out here"
Steve's last words: "What?"
I ran in the house, and before I could say a word my dad whops me in the stomach and says "How ya doin"?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
That sounds like our Dad.
Luckily neither Steven or I ever came home after a night of bad gay sex.
Wonder what Dad would've done then...
That's totally sick and twisted, but the fact that I even thought of it warranted inclusion here.
It's good to see that that event wasn't something I dreamed up. It's still a miracle that every barb was pointed down.
Steven must've stepped in shit at an early age.
So, DMZOG, while you're on board, perhaps you can fill in the blanks of the night you and Steven got busted at Jones Beach, on the sand, in my Mom's car, with my license?
I know the punchline but haven't heard the joke in awhile.
Yes, of course...I was asleep in the passenger seat. I woke up and there was a Nassau County PO knocking on the window. Steve was outside the car talking to his partner. It was very windy. He was taking out his license and it flew out of his hand and went flying through the parking lot and Steve ran after it. I started laughing and so did the cop at my window because his partner did not know what to do. The cop told me he stopped us because Steve had the lights off when he drove into the parking lot and it was before 6 am.
I don't know what more you want, but that's what happened. I know you had to go to court because he used your license, sorry about that-but we were kids at the time and Steve pulled a hail mary play and it worked.
Well, worked isn't the word I'd use. But it did forestall judgment against me just long enough to completely buggerfuck me out of birthday and graduation presents that year.
I'm pretty sure Peter did give me the license, possibly to purchase alcohol, and that I didn't take it from him (the car is, of course, a different story).
Since I was sober at the time, and the sun was coming up, I had sincerely hoped that the cop would look the license over and send me on my way.
Instead, he ticketed me (you) for the "driving without proper illumination" because it was the only citation he could issue.
Sorry again.
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