Welcome to a Re-Blog-It-Monday … where I re-post some of the stories I told when I had a reader-base of -10.
I wrote this in 40 minutes before work at 5AM – please excuse any offensive uses or misuses of grammar. mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. That Catholic upbringing was good for something, eh?
We moved out to Tucson, AZ from Long Island (NY) in 1978. My mom was Brooklyn born and raised. My father spent time in Ottawa (that’s in Canada for the geographically challenged) and then most of his life before marriage in Queens, NY.
My brother and I were products of suburbia; raised in a small village called Shoreham on Long Island. Very idyllic, very Erma Bombeck. As a child, I LOVED it. Who doesn’t love playing kickball in the street with Billy Hannigan – and him running as if he was the Bionic Man (making the dadadadadada noise as he rounded every base?). We had block parties, tree houses, snow days, grass, trees, autumn…
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The Mercenary Researcher 
The past rules!
🙂 and it’s filled with a lot of funny.
Oh, your poor brother! That had to hurt. And I don’t blame your mom for crying at Pizza Hut. I’m not even sure that’s real pizza–not that I’d know the difference or anything. I just know it’s not where I go to get pizza. 🙂
It’s a grease-bomb…not real pizza…especially in Benson population 12…
Ha! My brother totally deserved it in the large scheme of all things karmic 🙂
Ouch. Karma can be cruel. 😉
oh you bettcha!
Had not read this story, Ruta. I did and it was GREAT. You funny lady.
Thanks – I try to be 🙂
Nice!
Especially for my brother, eh? 🙂
Uh no… All men are extra careful with fly zippers for a reason!
hee hee..and cacti
First rule of “find a tree” is don’t get too close to it. Have found many trees in my past….some as late as 2007 or 2008.
Oh and watch for snakes and lizards!
I don’t pee any place that’s not snake-checked!