Monday, June 12, 2023
I recently shared a memory with a pal of mine's boys. here is is to save
So this weekend, I was watching tee-vee. its not something I do often, cause life is out there, and it is infinitely more interesting than any BS on the tee-vee. But anyhow. I had some shoulder fixing surgery a few months back, and it takes WAY too long to do physical therapy, and get it all better. So sometimes I have to go slow. Anyhow, this saturday was it. Slow. Tee-vee.
There is a show on netflix called Tex-Mex motors, and I was watchin it, cause this insane pal of mine is on the show, and said I should watch it. Blah Blah, no one cares. at one point, they are searching for a car, a Nash Rambler. And they showed photos of some ramblers. which INSTANTLY set off a memory of your pop that I had to share.
See, when we were growing up, the Albert's next-door neighbor was the Van Cleve family. Mr. Van Cleve was an electrician, and notoriously cheap. Possibly as cheap as your Grandfather Ken. Although he did spend money on Red Man chewin tobacco, which he always had in his mouth. but anyhow. He had a bright pink Nash Rambler Wagon.
do not think for a minute that it was cool, it was not. it was considered a cheap, workingmans car
ANYHOW, he ALSO had a son named Eric, who was so white, we called him Flo, short for Flo-rescent. he glowed in the damn dark. I think there were some sisters, but I dont remember them.
ANYHOW, we were all in the boy scouts, and this one time, we were young, maybe 13? Mr. VanCleve was driving us to a campout or the scout hut, or something. I dont remember, but Me, Charley, Eric and JimBob Crump were all in the wagon, driving down the road headed to or from somewhere in the Rambler.
Maybe we were coming FROM somewhere. Cause Charley was full of sugar, super hyper animated, and bouncing all over the back of the car like Eric Cartman maybe.
he kept hanging his head out the window and screaming "wooo HOOOOOO" "woo HOOO"
Eric (VanCleve, not Cartman) told him "you better get your head back in the car". but Charley was not listening.
I need to point out, at this point in the story, he was in the back seat on the drivers side.
WELL, you MAY remember I mentioned Mr. Van Cleve chewed red man tobacco?
Charley has his head out the window of the pink Nash Rambler screaming "wooo HOOOO" at the top of his lungs, just as Mr. Van Cleave chose to spit a GIGANTIC red man chewing tobacco spit out the window. --- carried and amplified by the windspeed of the car, DIRECTLY into your dad's face and mouth.
Causing him to go from "wooo HOOOO". to "ralph ralph, EARL, Ralph" and vomited up a macDonalds.
(Charley needed to learn to chew his food more, thats what I learned from this adventure)
ANYHOW, there ya have it. Pink Nash Rambler - Charley - face full of red man.
I miss him. but I couldn't NOT share it with ya'll.
hope ya having a good week.
