This old man
This old man
Last week, the soapbox traveled to the council meeting in our zombie-infested small town. I went along too. After all, someone had to carry the soapbox and fight off all those slow moving non-thinkers: the zombies — not the council members.
Once again I had to venture down to the dusty basement, fight off hordes of spider crickets and retrieve my soapbox. So what had me willing to risk my life to stand upon my soapbox and pontificate?
While we were growing up at 110 Flamingo Street, the furniture in our house had rules — rules we all had to follow.
It was truly an odd place for a little brown duck to be — on top of the green metal roof of the log cabin positioned on a hill overlooking Twin Lakes. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so odd. After all, I’m not a little brown duck.
Sitting on the curb in front of 110 Flamingo Street, I smiled. It had been a good summer. No, the best summer ever.
At 3 o’clock, the last school bell rang, releasing all of us to the best time of the year, summer vacation. Less than an hour later, all the kids from Flamingo Street were enjoying the first water balloon battle of the summer, even Bully Brad.
Two amazing things happened at our house Tuesday morning, and oddly, both concerned space travel. For those out there in reader land, the first will interest the science geek in all of you. And what of the second incident?
So how do you thank the person who saved your life? Guess if you were a singer you’d sing a song about them. I’m not a singer.
If you were well off, you’d reward them with money and shower them with gifts. I’m far from being well off. I’m just a simple writer.
For those of you out there in readers-land who simply love living in a big house, there is a single word that can have you curled up in a ball on the floor crying. Downsizing.
The blue and black striped lizard started to worry. Directly on the other side of the glass was what he feared most: the little boy. About 8 years old, the boy with pudgy fingers was tapping on the glass right underneath the lizard’s orange belly. His sister stood next to him making faces.
Dad taught my three brothers, The Sister, and me many things about life during those seven magical years we spent growing up at 110 Flamingo Street. Some lessons we didn’t really understand until long after moving away.
Experts say bamboo grows about a foot per day, so fast you can actually stand in front of it and see shoots and leaves sprouting.
That’s what my three brothers and I believed for those seven magical years we spent growing up at 110 Flamingo Street.
At my yearly physical, our family doctor told me I need to make sure to get at least 30 minutes of some kind of exercise each day. Knowing all my past orthopedic injuries, he suggested walking. Hard to get hurt just walking.
What I saw in the rearview mirror yesterday was so unbelievable I actually pulled over to the side of the road and got out of my car in order to get a better look as it sped past.