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THE BIG SPLASH THEORY!!!!!
By Micki L. H. Phillips Thursday, August 18, 2011In prehistoric times (aka the late 70’s), teenagers were limited to their entertainment choices, resulting in using our most intelligent peers’ imagination. One long, hot, summer day, a friend of mine (aka Tommy, now my brother-in-law) revved up a SPLASH of an idea.
In 1975, on my 15th birthday , my father purchased a motorcycle for a present (what was he (smoking) thinking)? Not long after, Tommy hatched a brilliant idea of tying ropes to the “rocket launcher” and “cascading” someone off the cliff at Barnett’s Swimming Circle (really it’s called Barnett’s “HOLE” but I would have received A LOT of “cracks” on that one). He had my undivided attention until I realized he was just taking me for a ride (without a helmet, no doubt). You see, I WOULD BE the guinea pig (aka crash dummy). He was so confident, not to mention a gentleman, that he offer his swim trunks to use for a parachute.
Now, the person who funded the “internal-combustion engine mode of transportation” was a dedicated military man. A briefing on his part….Having served in the Armed Forces, father LEFT for work as Staff Sergeant but RETURNED home a ****Four Star General**** and unknown to us, my sister and I were DRAFTED! As time marched on, I observed at the sound of his motorcycle engine turning off in the driveway, Cynthia went AWOL and I was listed MIA. As we reached 18, the ” automatic re-enlistment options” expired and our “tour of duty” concluded. In our career, we were awarded many “stripes” but none attached to our sleeves.
I will acknowledge if Tommy and I had attempted to pull off the feat of plunging headfirst into the vast “ocean” located in Arkansas, both of us to this day, I would be sporting matching ” treads marks” tattoos on our “cushioned seats” administered by the “Speaker of the House”....Dad…...
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