ewars and his daughter was one of our classmates. Evidently a few of our classmates, since it wasn't either one of us, took a tow truck to his house one evening while he slept, quietly removed the engine (I know you really don't believe that, but it's true), and closed the hood. Now if you have been reading my stories you know that Jerry helped me take my engine out of my Henry J and rebuild it. But, no names will be mentioned in this story. The engine legend grows all the time. The story was the topic of conversation for weeks during our senior year. Even bigger that when ..... someone ...... put the driver ed teacher's car on top of the school building. Probably would've needed a tow truck for that, too. I remember Mr. Lewars as a short, old man who was very strict. As you were leaving the building to head out to the athletic fields for gym class, nobody was allowed to talk. You had to walk in single file or he would whack you across the butt with a stick. I graduated without a whack, and six years later was back at my Alma mater teaching alongside "Warpy." Even ate lunch with him every day. We had many tales to hash over, but the engine legend never surfaced. I couldn't of told him who did it anyway. Didn't know!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of our gym teacher, Mr. Lewars ("Warpy")
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The "Hey, I Didn't Have Any Part Of That!" Story
It was an ordinary day. Jerry and I are talking about the good old days. And ... they get older all the time. Jerry asked, "Do you remember when ...... someone ...... took the engine out of Warpy's car?" "I think I do," I replied. Well by now our wives are listening intently to this story. "I wasn't part of that, you know," I told Jerry. And, he said, "Me neither." Yeah, right! Warpy was our gym teacher in high school. Not very well liked. Made us really "listen" and had us doing some of the most stupid things in gym class. His name was Mr. Wilson Lewars and his daughter was one of our classmates. Evidently a few of our classmates, since it wasn't either one of us, took a tow truck to his house one evening while he slept, quietly removed the engine (I know you really don't believe that, but it's true), and closed the hood. Now if you have been reading my stories you know that Jerry helped me take my engine out of my Henry J and rebuild it. But, no names will be mentioned in this story. The engine legend grows all the time. The story was the topic of conversation for weeks during our senior year. Even bigger that when ..... someone ...... put the driver ed teacher's car on top of the school building. Probably would've needed a tow truck for that, too. I remember Mr. Lewars as a short, old man who was very strict. As you were leaving the building to head out to the athletic fields for gym class, nobody was allowed to talk. You had to walk in single file or he would whack you across the butt with a stick. I graduated without a whack, and six years later was back at my Alma mater teaching alongside "Warpy." Even ate lunch with him every day. We had many tales to hash over, but the engine legend never surfaced. I couldn't of told him who did it anyway. Didn't know!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of our gym teacher, Mr. Lewars ("Warpy")
ewars and his daughter was one of our classmates. Evidently a few of our classmates, since it wasn't either one of us, took a tow truck to his house one evening while he slept, quietly removed the engine (I know you really don't believe that, but it's true), and closed the hood. Now if you have been reading my stories you know that Jerry helped me take my engine out of my Henry J and rebuild it. But, no names will be mentioned in this story. The engine legend grows all the time. The story was the topic of conversation for weeks during our senior year. Even bigger that when ..... someone ...... put the driver ed teacher's car on top of the school building. Probably would've needed a tow truck for that, too. I remember Mr. Lewars as a short, old man who was very strict. As you were leaving the building to head out to the athletic fields for gym class, nobody was allowed to talk. You had to walk in single file or he would whack you across the butt with a stick. I graduated without a whack, and six years later was back at my Alma mater teaching alongside "Warpy." Even ate lunch with him every day. We had many tales to hash over, but the engine legend never surfaced. I couldn't of told him who did it anyway. Didn't know!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of our gym teacher, Mr. Lewars ("Warpy")
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