Railroad
Routinely Derailed
There's a first time for everything, so they say. What are some of your more memorable firsts?
I'll go first.
My first best friend was a kid named (no kidding) Ben Franklin. He was neither wise nor entertaining, but he was somebody with whom to pass the time.
My first car was a 1963 Cadillac Sedan DeVille, a four-door finned monster that had the road feel of a houseboat on four marshmallows. Not good for attracting youg ladies or looking good with your friends. The trunk seemed as big as a football field.
My first admirer was a young lady named Kaleen Mulvehill, who soundly beat me up at least once a week all through elementary school, after I taught her how to hold a pencil in kindergarden. On the last day of 6th grade she gave me a very nice sport shirt, gift-wrapped and everything. I never saw her again.
I'll go first.
My first best friend was a kid named (no kidding) Ben Franklin. He was neither wise nor entertaining, but he was somebody with whom to pass the time.
My first car was a 1963 Cadillac Sedan DeVille, a four-door finned monster that had the road feel of a houseboat on four marshmallows. Not good for attracting youg ladies or looking good with your friends. The trunk seemed as big as a football field.
My first admirer was a young lady named Kaleen Mulvehill, who soundly beat me up at least once a week all through elementary school, after I taught her how to hold a pencil in kindergarden. On the last day of 6th grade she gave me a very nice sport shirt, gift-wrapped and everything. I never saw her again.
