So this will be more of a 5-7 part story. It is taken from my Dec. 2019 newsletter, so if you read this, you can skip the newsletter when you get it. No one wants to read long stories, so I’m breaking it up into segments. I think it’s worth reading, but then again, I wrote it, so of course I think that.
First, Happy Holidays, however and whatever you celebrate, I hope it is a joyous time for you.
The entire story can eventually be found at Life Stories
Lesson # 1: Don’t Wake the Dragon!
Ok, onto the biggest holiday tradition of all, slandering your family. To start with, I had a great Dad, but he was excessively grumpy when it came to disrupting his sleep. I knew this from experience as did my siblings. But I was the middle child, which meant that it was my responsibility to be the troublemaker of the family. A great example this occurred in the mid 70s on a Sunday afternoon. My older brother, my younger sister, and I decided to play together inside our home after my father had announced that he was going to take a nap. My father had suggested we play outside, it was a beautiful sunny day, but we would have none of that, we decided that we would play quietly inside instead.
Didn’t take long for my father to walk up the stairs and tell us that we’re keeping him awake. We promised we would be quiet, and he went back to bed. About 5 minutes later we heard him scream that he could still hear us. We froze momentarily and started playing again. Some ten minutes later we heard the thundering steps of a mad man running up the stairs towards our location. Now at this stage I was unaware that my siblings were novice paleontologists, because as soon as they saw what appeared to be an enraged T-Rex, they just froze in place while the middle child (me) took one look at this crazed, sleep deprived dinosaur of a father and like a small furry mammal that I was, I ran for my life.