ed our pockets with the pine cones as we passed the Catholic Church on the street. Aiming at almost anything we can throw them at. I'm 8 years old, but can throw better than my 10 year old friend. We see a stop sign and stop to throw a few pine cones at it. On the opposite corner is a group of about half a dozen junior high school boys who probably lived in the neighborhood and were up to no-good. Seems that Dave threw at the stop sign and threw a little too hard. Just as his pine cone headed across the street towards the boys, I was releasing one also. The boys looked across at us and saw me throwing my missile just as Dave's hit one of them. They weren't very happy. They started across the street and Dave took off. I knew I couldn't outrun them so I kept walking as if nothing had happened. They confronted me and started to ask where I was from and what I was doing in THEIR NEIGHBORHOOD! Just then, a city police patrol car pulled up and the boys took off. The officer asked what I was doing and where I was going. Lucky for me I had my scout uniform on that day. I'm sure I looked terrified, probably because I was. He asked what was in my pockets so I showed him the pine cones and told him they were for a project we were doing that day. I didn't say a scout project, just a project, like in a throwing project. Hey, I'm a scout and couldn't lie! He told me to get in and he drove me the four blocks to my destination. Dave G. never showed up at scouts that day. My dad picked me up after the meeting and on the way home I convinced him that I really didn't want to be a Cub Scout anymore. Especially if I had to walk in Duke Street again. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - the good looking dude is me in my scout uniform.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The "Stretching an Almost Lie" Story
It was an ordinary day. I'm off to Cub Scouts with my neighbor Dave G. Dave is not one of my parent's favorite people for me to play with, but I guess they figure we are only going to a Cub Scout meeting. Dave is a few years older than me and tends to get into trouble. We have to walk about a mile to get to the house where the meeting is held. Neat place on Duke St. in the city of Lancaster. The scout mother is Mrs. W. and her husband has his Doctor's Office in part of the old city mansion. The cellar where we meet has a pool table in it and we are allowed to play pool and throw darts when our meeting is over. There are 10 boys in the den and we meet every other week on a Monday. Have to hurry home from school to get to the meeting. Usually my dad will stop and pick us up on his way home from work. Dave and I leave about 3:30 PM for our 4:00 meeting. Head from my house over Liberty Street to Duke, then South on Duke to the mansion. Today we are taking our time and throwing pine cones as we go. We both filled our pockets with the pine cones as we passed the Catholic Church on the street. Aiming at almost anything we can throw them at. I'm 8 years old, but can throw better than my 10 year old friend. We see a stop sign and stop to throw a few pine cones at it. On the opposite corner is a group of about half a dozen junior high school boys who probably lived in the neighborhood and were up to no-good. Seems that Dave threw at the stop sign and threw a little too hard. Just as his pine cone headed across the street towards the boys, I was releasing one also. The boys looked across at us and saw me throwing my missile just as Dave's hit one of them. They weren't very happy. They started across the street and Dave took off. I knew I couldn't outrun them so I kept walking as if nothing had happened. They confronted me and started to ask where I was from and what I was doing in THEIR NEIGHBORHOOD! Just then, a city police patrol car pulled up and the boys took off. The officer asked what I was doing and where I was going. Lucky for me I had my scout uniform on that day. I'm sure I looked terrified, probably because I was. He asked what was in my pockets so I showed him the pine cones and told him they were for a project we were doing that day. I didn't say a scout project, just a project, like in a throwing project. Hey, I'm a scout and couldn't lie! He told me to get in and he drove me the four blocks to my destination. Dave G. never showed up at scouts that day. My dad picked me up after the meeting and on the way home I convinced him that I really didn't want to be a Cub Scout anymore. Especially if I had to walk in Duke Street again. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - the good looking dude is me in my scout uniform.
ed our pockets with the pine cones as we passed the Catholic Church on the street. Aiming at almost anything we can throw them at. I'm 8 years old, but can throw better than my 10 year old friend. We see a stop sign and stop to throw a few pine cones at it. On the opposite corner is a group of about half a dozen junior high school boys who probably lived in the neighborhood and were up to no-good. Seems that Dave threw at the stop sign and threw a little too hard. Just as his pine cone headed across the street towards the boys, I was releasing one also. The boys looked across at us and saw me throwing my missile just as Dave's hit one of them. They weren't very happy. They started across the street and Dave took off. I knew I couldn't outrun them so I kept walking as if nothing had happened. They confronted me and started to ask where I was from and what I was doing in THEIR NEIGHBORHOOD! Just then, a city police patrol car pulled up and the boys took off. The officer asked what I was doing and where I was going. Lucky for me I had my scout uniform on that day. I'm sure I looked terrified, probably because I was. He asked what was in my pockets so I showed him the pine cones and told him they were for a project we were doing that day. I didn't say a scout project, just a project, like in a throwing project. Hey, I'm a scout and couldn't lie! He told me to get in and he drove me the four blocks to my destination. Dave G. never showed up at scouts that day. My dad picked me up after the meeting and on the way home I convinced him that I really didn't want to be a Cub Scout anymore. Especially if I had to walk in Duke Street again. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - the good looking dude is me in my scout uniform.
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