When the Quinlan Clan first moved to town, Keego Harbor to be exact, the main game with our new neighbors directly across from our house was kick the can. The equipment wasn't expensive and easy to replace if it was damaged. Joseph William (Joe) was in elementary school at the time.
Further down the street lived the Thompsons. Being an adventurer, Joe would walk down the road and play with them, even though they were somewhat older. One summer day, when Joe was walking back, it appeared something had run amuck, perhaps foul play. Cowboy guns were twisted around, hair messed up, but still singing a Johnny Cash tune he loved:
Don't take your guns to Thompsons
Leave your guns at home Bill
His lyrics were skewed, but the meaning
clear.
Did the rest of you follow suit? Or did Joe return to kick the can? Somehow I wonder if Keego was ever the same...
ReplyDeleteColleen: It was a very interesting street. Down toward the end of Cass Lake Ave was a hoodlum character who carried a knife. Butch and I were in the car uptown and this guy tried to pick a fight with Butch when we were just sitting in the car waiting for Hope and Bill. Anyway, Mike was in the Marine Corp, but this guy figured out on his own when we eventually moved to his street that his wisest move was to stay away from JD. Needless to say, no trouble developed at the far end of the street.
ReplyDeleteYou did it Archie! great story
ReplyDeleteThanks Erin, as you know it is a rush to ever say exactly what you want to say.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Nice laugh shot, too.
ReplyDeleteLacy: Your dad was a very funny guy as you know. Glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletekeep it up Tony.. we need stories...
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoy reading this.....thank you Uncle Tony :)
ReplyDeleteKathleen: Glad you enjoyed it.
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