My Uncle David once took us kids to the landfill to shoot at rats, and I was encouraged to fire both barrels at once. That was fifty years ago, and my butt still hurts when it rains!
Missed the rat, by the way.
The uncle in question died yesterday at the age of 90. Sore butt or not, the memory caused my eyes to (little bit) water. He was an authentic Kentucky redneck character, and I'll always remember him strolling up the sidewalk whistling his favorite song, "Wabash Cannonball".
Here's to family. Enjoy 'em while you have 'em.
Mac / Macaroo
(11/26/08 01:46 PM)