Monday, June 05, 2006

A Scary Tale

A SCARY TALE LATE SPRING OF 1959-

MARSTON , STEVIE & MYSELF WERE HAVING JOB BURNOUT OR LAZINESS & YOUTHFUL REBELLION, TAKE YOUR CHOICE. SIX DAYS A WEEK GETTING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO PEDAL PAPERS WAS GETTING TO HAVE A BAD TASTE.

OUR MOTHER LEFT EARLY EVERY MORNING TO WORK IN SOME MIND BOGGLING JOB AT MORGAN'S DEPT STORE. MARSTON'S MOTHER ALSO LEFT TO WORK AS A HASH SLINGER FOR ST. LAMBERT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

THE SITUATION WAS RIPE TO BE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF WHICH WE DID TO THE FULL EXTENT.WHEN WE GOT HOME FROM DELIVERIES, EACH MORNING WE WOULD PRETEND TO MAKE READINESS FOR SCHOOL.

WHEN BOTH OUR MOTHERS HAD DEPARTED, OUR FRONT STEPS WOULD HAVE A PLANK LAID DOWN & MARSTON WOULD DRIVE HIS BIKE RIGHT INTO OUR PLACE, OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF OUR MINDS, THEN WE WOULD NAP UNTIL 11 AM OR SO.

LET ME SET THIS TALE OF WOE UP A LITTLE.ON STEVIE'S & MY ROUTES MOST GAZETTE DELIVERIES WERE TO APARTMENT UNITS. ONE MORNING LO & BEHOLD, BELOW ALL THE MAIL SLOTS WERE BRYLCREAM SAMPLES, LEFT ON THE FLOOR, (TOO BIG TO GO IN THE MAIL SLOTS) ALSO VERY DANGEROUS TO SKID ON, BEING GOOD SAMARITIN, WE PICKED THEM ALL UP,FROM ALL THE UNITS, BRYLCREAM FOREVER, ABOUT 200 TUBES.

WE USED IT ALOT ALTHOUGH THINGS TENDED TO GET SLIPPERY. NOW BACK TO THE TALE.ON THIS PARTICULAR MORNING WE WERE INTO OUR 3RD WEEK OF AWOL FROM SCHOOL, AFTER HAVING JUST AWAKENED FROM OUR MORNING POWER NAPS, SIPPING COFFEES & SMOKING CIGARETTES, WE WERE WONDERING WHICH GAME TO PLAY.

MONOPOLY- NAH, SICK OF THAT PLUS THE BANKER ALWAYS WON, POKER-NOPE THE DECK WAS TOO WELL MARKED. WE DECIDED ON BATTLESHIPS WHICH WE HAD NEVER TRIED, WE DIDN'T START PLAYING RIGHT AWAY BECAUSE WHAT CAME INTO FOCUS TO OUR PEA BRAINS WAS TRIXIE OUR PRIZED SOUPHOUND.

HER FUR LOOKED A LITTLE DRAB FOR OUR LIKING, TO REMEDY THE SITUATION, YOU GUESSED IT, BRYLCREAM, AFTER 15 OR 20 TUBES SHE LOOKED DAZZLING, MY HOW SHE SHONE.

WE LET HER OUT THE BACK DOOR TO LET THE TREATMENT SINK IN.THE BATTLESHIP GAME BEGAN, WAS RUNNING RIGHT ALONG FOR ABOUT 1/2 AN HOUR. SUDDENLY A HEAVY HANDED KNOCK CAME AT THE FRONT DOOR, EVERYONETIPPY-TOED TO PEEK THROUGH THE CURTAINS & DRAPES TO SEE HORROR OF HORRORS,YOUR POSSIBLY WORST IMAGINEABLE SCREAMING NIGHTMARE!!

STANDING THERE WAS PRINCIPAL ULRICH RUSSEL & (GULP) VICE PRINCIPAL ???? ROSEVEAR. BOTH LOOKING LIKE BOUNTY HUNTERS. TALK ABOUT DRY MOUTHS, NAIL BITING, ALL BODY ORFICES CLENCHING, PULSATING, FLUCTUATING.

WE WERE UP THAT PROVERBIAL CREEK, ROCKS, PLUS HARD PLACES WITH NOWHERE TO GO.AFTER THE SECOND KNOCK, WE SAW TRIXIE OUT THERE WITH THE BOUNTY HUNTERS, SHE WAS STRIBBLING & QUIVERING, WEAVING IN & OUT OF THERE LEGS, WAGGING HER TAIL LIKE THEY WERE LONG LOST FRIENDS.

THE GOO WE HAD SLATHERED ON HER WAS RUBBING OFF ONTO THEIR FANCY DUDS, HURRAY TRIXIE, THEY WERE LEAVING. THE TOILET HAD A HEAVY WORK-OUT FOR THE NEXT HOUR OR SO.

WE ALL DECIDED TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY,MANY CONSEQUENCES & QUESTIONS WERE POSED AND CONFESSIONS MADE, MR. RUSSEL WANTED TO KNOW WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO OUR DOG.

ON THE HOME FRONT OUR MOTHERS (LOUISA & NESSIE) MADE A PACT, STEVIE AND I WERE NOT ALLOWED TO BE WITH MARSTON OR ELTON, BAD NEWS WHEN WERE TOGETHER.

THIS LAW LASTED ABOUT AS LONG AS A SNOWBALL IN HELL, THE REASON BEING THE TENTS WERE GETTING SET UP IN BOTH OUR BACK YARDS FOR THE SUMMER. THE NIGHT SHIFT WOULD BEGIN.RICHARD...........

I think we just wanted the classes to catch up with our superior intelligence

Thanks Richard

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