Dad and I were talking this morning about Horsefly and when he had a fetish for handcuffs.
“Your son has that retarded boy handcuffed to the back fence,” Irene Crouch called my father from across the street.
She was our nosey elderly neighbor and sounded irate. Well, Horsefly was laughing up a storm and loving every minute of it.
“He likes it,” dad told Irene. “He has a thing for handcuffs and being handcuffed to things.”
One time we handcuffed Horsefly to our bike and lost the key. All pandemonium ensued. Jimmy James, Charlie’s nephew, had to come gingerly cut Horsefly free with a grinder. Horsefly loved it and laughed the whole time. Dad laughed and laughed as well as we reminisced about that moment this morning.
Clark Brother’s Meats…
As soon as I can get it together, Dad and I are driving up to Clark Brother’s Meats in Roanoke, Alabama to pick up some of their wonderful sausage and their delectable hoop cheddar cheese. Dad’s also getting his hair cut this morning as well. They use only animals and products they have raised on their own land. Dad also hopes to pick up some ribeye or t-bone steaks to grill if they have some that are pretty and marbled. I told him the butchers can cut him some steaks to order. Dad’s never been and doesn’t know how to get there. I have taken my great aunt many times as it is her favorite place to “shop”. She calls it the “meat house” which always sounds like some kind of porno flick to me.
1 comment:
I guess I would be a nosey neighbor. If I saw a boy handcuffed to a fence I would have called someone.
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