in the summertime in the mid to late 60's,a bunch of us teenage boys from up and down the street would gather out in front of our garage and tell stories and jokes on summer nights,not on a regular basis but occasionally.
the wood brothers lived down the other end of the street and their parents mae them toe the line on the time they had to be home and my parents were a little more lenient.they were billy,larry and brian.
my brother george thought he could whup the world and liked to hold court and think that everyone had to take his crap,he knew different but he liked to be up on everybody,he outgrew this but it was a teenager thing with all the testosterone hanging around.
one night when it was still pretty warm in the evening we were there telling jokes and my old cat lucky was there,someone told a pretty funny joke and we were all laughing and someone pointed out that my cat was laughing to and it just made it that much funnier.he apparently was panting from the heat and it just looked like he was laughing.
my brother was sitting in one of those aluminium framed lawn chairs with the nylon webbing and listening to a story,we had an old chest just inside the garage with the veneer starting to peel away.my brother peeled a little section of it away before he sat down and was piddling with it.about this time brian wood start telling a story,leaning up against the front of my parents 66 bel air,my brother was about 10 feet away,listening.
while brian was telling the story my brother started picking at him by throwing little slivers of this veneer at him,spears if you will.then brian turned his head away and was continuing the story as we all listened.about this time my brother chunked one of these spears at him and when brian finished a word the spear landed between his lips as he closed his mouth,and stuck there.the place erupted in the laughter of about ten teenage boys,this trumped the laughing cat hands down,and afterword we speculated at the chances of that ever happening again,and to this day when i think of it i still laugh.
the wood brothers lived down the other end of the street and their parents mae them toe the line on the time they had to be home and my parents were a little more lenient.they were billy,larry and brian.
my brother george thought he could whup the world and liked to hold court and think that everyone had to take his crap,he knew different but he liked to be up on everybody,he outgrew this but it was a teenager thing with all the testosterone hanging around.
one night when it was still pretty warm in the evening we were there telling jokes and my old cat lucky was there,someone told a pretty funny joke and we were all laughing and someone pointed out that my cat was laughing to and it just made it that much funnier.he apparently was panting from the heat and it just looked like he was laughing.
my brother was sitting in one of those aluminium framed lawn chairs with the nylon webbing and listening to a story,we had an old chest just inside the garage with the veneer starting to peel away.my brother peeled a little section of it away before he sat down and was piddling with it.about this time brian wood start telling a story,leaning up against the front of my parents 66 bel air,my brother was about 10 feet away,listening.
while brian was telling the story my brother started picking at him by throwing little slivers of this veneer at him,spears if you will.then brian turned his head away and was continuing the story as we all listened.about this time my brother chunked one of these spears at him and when brian finished a word the spear landed between his lips as he closed his mouth,and stuck there.the place erupted in the laughter of about ten teenage boys,this trumped the laughing cat hands down,and afterword we speculated at the chances of that ever happening again,and to this day when i think of it i still laugh.
