Apparently he didn’t hear the “All in free!” callback………
On another note, though, it speaks volumes to what society has become… when I was a kid, (no, I’m NOT saying how long ago that was!) a kid hiding on the porch only meant one thing - Neighborhood Hide and Seek. Sadly, though, these days, the first thing that goes through the mind of the adult seeing a young person hiding on their porch is how long it will be before “this” one ends up on Travis’ website.
Amazing, isn’t it? We had neighborhood kick the can too and wouldn’t go in until it was too dark to see the can! Neighborhood baseball games too. You’d always see a pack of us walking down the street, gloves and bats in hand. I’ve got two teenage boys who have a difficult time imagining such a thing. All I get is, “Why?” That question alone tells me that a reply would do no good.
I lived in a town of 250 and there were 7 Randys. I remember the day that I discovered telephones were a bad thing to run against. I was on the other side of town being bad with the other Randys. A telephone call home had mom saying, “Your closer to him than I am right now, straighten him out. ” The only thing worse than getting a whippin from somebody elses mom is having to go fetch that what you are about to get beat with.
Growing up, there were 52 (yes, 52) school aged kids living on my block. We had more fun playing ditch em, tag, broken statue, antie over, and kick ball than any kids could ever have now playing video games. The only time someone got in big trouble is when someone trompled on someone’s flowers.
September 1st, 2006 at 1:23 am
Apparently he didn’t hear the “All in free!” callback………
On another note, though, it speaks volumes to what society has become… when I was a kid, (no, I’m NOT saying how long ago that was!) a kid hiding on the porch only meant one thing - Neighborhood Hide and Seek. Sadly, though, these days, the first thing that goes through the mind of the adult seeing a young person hiding on their porch is how long it will be before “this” one ends up on Travis’ website.
September 1st, 2006 at 10:53 am
Amazing, isn’t it? We had neighborhood kick the can too and wouldn’t go in until it was too dark to see the can! Neighborhood baseball games too. You’d always see a pack of us walking down the street, gloves and bats in hand. I’ve got two teenage boys who have a difficult time imagining such a thing. All I get is, “Why?” That question alone tells me that a reply would do no good.
September 1st, 2006 at 8:28 pm
I lived in a town of 250 and there were 7 Randys. I remember the day that I discovered telephones were a bad thing to run against. I was on the other side of town being bad with the other Randys. A telephone call home had mom saying, “Your closer to him than I am right now, straighten him out. ” The only thing worse than getting a whippin from somebody elses mom is having to go fetch that what you are about to get beat with.
September 4th, 2006 at 5:47 pm
Growing up, there were 52 (yes, 52) school aged kids living on my block. We had more fun playing ditch em, tag, broken statue, antie over, and kick ball than any kids could ever have now playing video games. The only time someone got in big trouble is when someone trompled on someone’s flowers.