Horsefly and the Handcuffs...

Horsefly and my brother and sister.

Horsefly's had many fixations over the years. Thank goodness he is no longer fixated on urinals and urinal cakes. Currently, he is fixated on cans of shaving cream and plush Yoda dolls. Dora the Explorer is passe now.

When we were kids, one of his fixations was police issue handcuffs. Charlie would have to call and search for the real deal or there was hell to pay. Horsefly didn't accept plastic, toy handcuffs.

One call for Handcuffs by Charlie resulted in the proprietor saying you and your wife must be going to have some kinky fun.

"Dammit!" Charlie said. "They are for my son."

One time, my brother and I handcuffed him to the fence in the backyard. Mean old Mrs. Irene across the road called my father and complained to him we had that poor retarded boy handcuffed to the fence.

"He loves it!" dad told Mrs. Irene. "He wouldn't have it any other way."

Horsefly was standing out there laughing joyously like only he can laugh.

There were many occasions were Horsefly would get handcuffed to something and the key would get lost. Charlie would have to call the real Police to come and get him loose.