I had little redeeming value as a child.
A Montana Reject and Proud Raving Lunatic
I was a country kid until the end of my 4th grade year. Living as we did, I learned nothing about real interactions with groups of boys my age, but this certainly did not detract from the value and quality of my upbringing. My brothers and I, and particularly my brother Kelly bided our time doing what energetic, rambunctious boys do ... getting into every mischief possible barely escaping the perilous consequences that could have, and often should have, ensued.
We didn't get into town much, and although I don't recall feeling as though we were deprived, we really didn't have much. What we did have was an enormous amount of imagination and energy. Separate, imagination is good, energy is good ... in young children, well let's just say the combination can have almost pernicious results. Often, I am amazed my parents, and in particular, my mother was able to tolerate the consequences of her urge to merge with my dad. It is astonishing that humans once blessed (?) with one child will foolishly repeat the mistake a second time. The more children they have, the more one needs to question what the heck they were thinking about.
My sister Toni was born in August, which means she was conceived in November. November is a cold month in Montana, so I guess it all began with cuddling for body warmth and being ignorant of the long term implication, they allowed the cuddling to get out of hand. I on the other hand, was born in June ... conception in September. Hummmm, too early for cuddling for warmth, so I believe it was related to one of two things ... my mom and dads wedding anniversary on Sept 1, or my mothers birthday on September 29. I guess they were young, Toni was too tiny to have created much of a problem yet, so again, things got out of hand. Kelly and Gary were born in October and November, so my parents were absolutely freezing to death in January and February, and we could also take into consideration New Years Day and Valentines Day I suppose ... but still, by then, they should have known better!
I got a little off track there, but the point is that I simply do not understand how my mother survived raising three boni fide tyrants as sons. We all put our mother through pure hell in our own depraved way. I wish I had apologized to her, but knowing my mom, she would have just given it a hearty laugh and got up and filled my coffee cup with the best coffee I have ever had in my life. I think about that from time to time ... my moms coffee ... better than Starbucks by far. There is none to compare to hers, I wish I knew what her secret was ... I have tried every combination I can think of, and in 56 years have not even come close! The closest coffee I have tasted to my moms was in a little coffee emporium in Superior Wisconsin. In a small strip mall next to Lake Superior there is a place that sells a Heart Attack in a Cup. If you ever are in Superior, find this place, get a cup, sugar it up good, and it comes pretty close to my mothers coffee. There is one word of caution though, do not do as I did and drink two of these ... my god, I thought I was going to die. I could literally feel my heart pumping wildly all the way to my feet, and my chest felt like Jesse Ventura was jumping up and down on it. Don't think I slept well for a couple of days following that either.
Rambling ... can't seem to get it together. I wanted to tell about my adventures in the gumbo of eastern Montana, but I guess that will wait 'till next time.
Later dudes and dudette's ... be well!
I was a country kid until the end of my 4th grade year. Living as we did, I learned nothing about real interactions with groups of boys my age, but this certainly did not detract from the value and quality of my upbringing. My brothers and I, and particularly my brother Kelly bided our time doing what energetic, rambunctious boys do ... getting into every mischief possible barely escaping the perilous consequences that could have, and often should have, ensued.
We didn't get into town much, and although I don't recall feeling as though we were deprived, we really didn't have much. What we did have was an enormous amount of imagination and energy. Separate, imagination is good, energy is good ... in young children, well let's just say the combination can have almost pernicious results. Often, I am amazed my parents, and in particular, my mother was able to tolerate the consequences of her urge to merge with my dad. It is astonishing that humans once blessed (?) with one child will foolishly repeat the mistake a second time. The more children they have, the more one needs to question what the heck they were thinking about.
My sister Toni was born in August, which means she was conceived in November. November is a cold month in Montana, so I guess it all began with cuddling for body warmth and being ignorant of the long term implication, they allowed the cuddling to get out of hand. I on the other hand, was born in June ... conception in September. Hummmm, too early for cuddling for warmth, so I believe it was related to one of two things ... my mom and dads wedding anniversary on Sept 1, or my mothers birthday on September 29. I guess they were young, Toni was too tiny to have created much of a problem yet, so again, things got out of hand. Kelly and Gary were born in October and November, so my parents were absolutely freezing to death in January and February, and we could also take into consideration New Years Day and Valentines Day I suppose ... but still, by then, they should have known better!
I got a little off track there, but the point is that I simply do not understand how my mother survived raising three boni fide tyrants as sons. We all put our mother through pure hell in our own depraved way. I wish I had apologized to her, but knowing my mom, she would have just given it a hearty laugh and got up and filled my coffee cup with the best coffee I have ever had in my life. I think about that from time to time ... my moms coffee ... better than Starbucks by far. There is none to compare to hers, I wish I knew what her secret was ... I have tried every combination I can think of, and in 56 years have not even come close! The closest coffee I have tasted to my moms was in a little coffee emporium in Superior Wisconsin. In a small strip mall next to Lake Superior there is a place that sells a Heart Attack in a Cup. If you ever are in Superior, find this place, get a cup, sugar it up good, and it comes pretty close to my mothers coffee. There is one word of caution though, do not do as I did and drink two of these ... my god, I thought I was going to die. I could literally feel my heart pumping wildly all the way to my feet, and my chest felt like Jesse Ventura was jumping up and down on it. Don't think I slept well for a couple of days following that either.
Rambling ... can't seem to get it together. I wanted to tell about my adventures in the gumbo of eastern Montana, but I guess that will wait 'till next time.
Later dudes and dudette's ... be well!
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