Hello for the last time in a month or so. Today as it has been suggested we will be playing a game which someone else invented. That game is called, wait for it, "That Makes Me Think Of". The gist of it is to say what a certain thing makes you think of. It starts with one subject but then keeps rolling until you're thinking of things you didn't even know were there.
I'll start:
That was "Walk, don't run" by The Ventures.
That makes me think of family road trips to Minnesota. We had a tape of the top rock and roll hits from 1960 and this particular song was one of them. We must have listened to that tape at least eight times a day for the three-day trip. Between that, Bill Cosby's "Himself" comedy tape, and an occasional bend in the road in Montana it was the only entertainment we had. Oh yeah, and counting motorcycles. One year I got to ten thousand and then stopped.
That makes me think of one particular road trip when we were complaining about the heat. We were told by a certain paterfamilial member of our trip that it was "probably only eighty degrees" Fahrenheit. When we reached the nearest town to gas the car up we noticed a bank sign reading the temperature at one hundred and eight degrees Fahrenheit. Apparently that family member still hasn't heard the end of that one.
That makes me think of a time when I was in Alaska that it was eighty degrees but there was no wind and I was in my rain gear that made me feel like I was wrapped in tin foil. It's the only real summer heat I've ever experienced up there and it was great except for a few of things: 1) The bugs apparently love the heat and it also apparently makes mosquitoes extra hungry. 2) Quality control was hindered due to some of the fish baking in the holds. It smells much, much worse when the fish blood gets caked on the boat instead of being washed away by a nice rain. 3) The skipper of the boat next to us decided it was his crew's duty to make sure that he was well lathered in sunscreen. He would stand on the flying bridge with his arms held out to each side in his boxers while one poor soul made sure of that. We still tell that story and warn our skipper that we will not take those duties on.
That makes me think of... nah, your turn.
Until next month, no running by the pool!
EDO
P.S. Last week was supposed to be my big Father's day post a day late. As it turned out it was a week early. Oh yeah, I'm on the ball.
1 comment:
Fun . . . LOLOLOL. Dad'll never live that down, just like you'll never get beyond the "Erik hates olives" idea that ricochets around the family.
'Twas a good first "made me think of" post. The very thought of that skipper being slathered down at the front of the boat gives me the double-oogie giggles!
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