Strange thoughts today

When I was of the age when it was cool to throw snowballs at cars
(not thinking of the possible ramifications, like the driver having a heart attack)
my friend and I had the foresight to freeze a dozen snowballs
in his basement freezer, and break those babies out in July
for some snowball throwing.
You know, when they least expect it.

We thought this would be great fun
throwing snowballs at cars in July
(again not thinking of the possible ramifications, like the driver having a heart attack)
Let's just say it looked like a good plan on paper.

In the humidity of a day in July
we appeared on his front steps loaded for bear.
We threw one as a test, to the middle of the street
and much to our surprise
it didn't go "SPLAT"
like a snowball in January does.

This one went "doink..doink...doink
as it hit the blistering hot blacktop
and bounced like a baseball into the yard.

Well, more like a rock would bounce.
No, more like a piece of moon rock that fell from space.
No, more like a petrified hardened round object that would have
penetrated a armored covered tank.

We decided we better not throw snowballs at cars that day.

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I've mentioned before
my Dad was a writer.
One of my Dad's best friends was Ed.
Ed still writes.
A few years ago I read a column Ed had written
and he was reminiscing about the good old days.
We all have those, don't we?
Anyway, in his column he mentioned that growing up post depression
he was told by his Mom , upon exiting the shower
to shake as much of the water off his body with his hands
as he could
before using a towel to dry off.
The theory being, less water in the towel
towel last longer
Mom doesn't have to wash towels as often
saving energy and money.

The problem with this is
I now think of Ed
EVERYTIME I get out of the shower.

And that sucks!