Fink-A-Dope

Fink-a-dope, fink-a-dope, fink-a-dope rock. Little Ronnie sang this to the tune of “Jingle-bell Rock”. He called me fink-a-dope after Mohammad Ali’s late career boxing strategy to tire out his opponent by enduring multiple fist blows while he protected his face with upraised fists and his back near the ring’s ropes. “I’m so pretty.” Mohammad would … Continue reading Fink-A-Dope

Will the Pill

Will the Pill had vodka as well. Or a friend who would buy selectively. By buy, meaning buy for select underage curious drinkers. A can of Schlitz or a lifted bottle of wicker covered wine. Looks like something innocuous. Picking it out for grandma maybe. Not the stuff they’d expect us to lift anyway. Five … Continue reading Will the Pill

Jack the Knife

Every boy needs a jack knife. How can you get through scouts without one? One of my step-father’s few but proud fathering minutes. To the knife store then; I want something slick and fine to do nifty carving of small branches and Popsicle sticks. My knife has shiny wood panel sides like on Uncle Earl’s … Continue reading Jack the Knife

Goo more goo!

Goo more goo! The croquet balls have run amok! The wickets are dancing about and flying through the air. The mallets are breaking apart left and right. We need goo, more goo!! You mean ‘glue’? Yes, goo, sticky, ultra goo to hold it all together and patch up these sorry little unfit sticks. The rover … Continue reading Goo more goo!

The Whole Thing

Johnny Krafka said about the funniest thing I have ever heard. He lived in a tiny house by the pharmacy with his mother and little sister. He was second newest to the neighborhood, and was a very small and friendly boy. His mother tried to landscape the little scrub grass and dirt that was their … Continue reading The Whole Thing