Yesterday, my 8 year old daughter was telling me that one of her friends was going to get a refrigerator like ours.
"What do you mean 'Like Ours'?", I asked.
"With water.", she replied.
"They have to drink water out of the sink." she added, shaking her head in disgust.
I suddenly had a flashback to the 80's, Barmount drive in Whitehall subdivision...
Pick-up football in Eb Eager's back yard.
"Look out for the trampoline!"
It is hot, we are sweatty. My brown toughskins are sticking to my legs.
There is a break in the action.
Eb goes inside and I ask to use the bathroom and follow.
As I exit the bathroom and am walking towards the sliding glass door, I see Eb, in the kitchen, pouring a tall glass of Kool-Aid, with his mom standing close by.
"Can I have some?" I ask.
"There is'nt enough for everyone, there is a hose outside." Replies Eb.We always had to drink from the outside garden hose at Eb's
These brats of today wouldn't have lasted 10 yards
or 2 completions
at Eb's.
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The scene of the Ford Granada (Eb's first ride) all alight in No Country for Old Men had me waxing nostalgic. When T-bop couldn't give me the 411 or LD or whatever the hip phrase would be re: Eb, I googled him. And found this.
Yeah I remember the hose. Perhaps you found some solace at being deprived of the delicious Kool-Aid when, for shoving me in retaliation for my striking you in the ass with the football, I clocked him in the eye with my fist.
I wonder now if I was really raging against the hose. Nah, I suspect I just wanted to punch him in the face.
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