Sizing your bets
The Roses in Ashville is no more but looked the same
You know, I always figured I was just joking when I spoke about how my dad used to keep his guns in my bedroom closet… I mean he taught me gun safety and all, we used to go plinkin on a regular basis, so whats the big deal right? I was a highly competent firearms expert at 13 years old when I made the mistake of putting that 9mm hole in the ceiling… But the other day I was talking to my dad ’bout growing up and asked him a question.
The actual route via google maps
Hey Paw, how far do you recken that Roses was y’all used to let me walk to as a kindergartener? You remember, right? The one down that 4 lane highway in Ashville NC, Merrimon avenue. He told me probably about a mile and a half both ways… We both laughed about it and I mentioned how times had changed, you’d never let a kid out of your sight, much less take off down a 4 lane main drag to go pick up some god dang fruit loops. He just told me, “Well Tom, we weren’t supposed to be doing that back then!” But then came the kicker, “Besides Tom, me and your mom used to have a running bet of a dollar each time you went down there as to whether or not you’d make it back!”
Damn THEM!
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Tommy,
I do not remember you ever getting permission from ME to walk to Roses down Merrimon Avenue. And that business about Bob & I having a running bet on whether or not you’d come back is just a lie! I sure hope you would know better than that. You may have disappointed Bob , but I was more proud of you than Not proud! You were a great KID!!!!!
Oh Mother…
Shhhh…