There was an older kid on my street by the name of Carl, who never liked his name. He was named after his father. The name was probably popular back in 1920 but by 1955 you didn't meet too many kids named Carl. Carl was stuck with the name Carl and there wasn't much he could do about it.
Around the Fourth of July we bought firecrackers, M-80s, and cherry bombs, most of which they don't sell anymore thanks to the Government. We had sparklers that were 2 feet long and reached 400 degrees Kelvin. It was like playing with a welding rod.
Carl liked to throw those cherry bombs in the air because they were louder than laying them on the ground, like the package said. One day the lit fuse was faster than Carl and it went off in his hand.
As I remember it, Carl seemed much happier and well adjusted after we started calling him "Lefty".
3 comments:
Excellent story hour Uncle Bob! Always a laugh! hehe!
Poor "Lefty"! I guess he was happier after that but to have his hand blow up...yikes. You paint a very graphic picture in all your stories. lol Love 'em! More stories please.
my oh my. you are my fave!
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