When Gramps died, Dad and I drove down to Crystal Lake to help pack up his stuff, and on the way back, Dad told me the story of a conversation that he’d had with his father. Uncle Jim was off serving in the occupation of Japan, and Dad was heading off to college at Notre Dame. Gramps said:
“You know, education–if you make the most of it, you study hard, you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, uh, you can do well. If you don’t, you might become a Senator from Massachusetts.”
So, Dad studied hard, and I scare my kids with the same story.
I can see how it would scare them. I mean, fighting the Gooks in Cambodia—when you’re not even “officially” there? Pass the pipe, brother, and crank up the Doors.
I WAS IN THE SHIT, MAN!
Who said this about JF’nK’s 2004 Presidential campaign?
and this?
Did you guess the then Chairman of the DNC?
Crystal Lake? As in Camp Crystal Lake? As in, where is Jason hanging out these days?
What? You doubt me? I have the HAT, man, and I can hang my, uh . . . hat on that.
Dana–Crystal Lake, IL.
That Christmas in Cambodia is seared–SEARED!–into my memory!
Reminds me of Fire Lake. I used to go out there with Uncle Joe. You remember Uncle Joe, right?
Pablo,
I daresay Uncle Joe is seared x2 into my memory.
Fire Lake? That’s where Thunder Island is, right?
Yeah, I hear you. Him and Uncle Ernie.
::brrrrrrr::