Comments on: Getting Caught or Not (Part Two)

By: Mark

Mark — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:23:36 +0000

Simon - Glad to have introduced you to it. It deserves a listen while not reading my ramblings.

MG - Oh, no, Dad didn’t have a Dumpster. Just silver trash cans with bent lids.

If the three of us ever meet (it’s going to happen), I know one thing on the menu — Redneck Queso! That’s my new name for Rotel dip.

BK - I have no doubt you were much more of a hellion than I ever was. Can’t wait to read your recollections.

By: Blitz Krieg

Blitz Krieg — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 00:41:58 +0000

Loved these stories. You have inspired me to tell one of my own.

Let’s just say you two were much nicer kids than my older brother and I were back in the day.

By: Moksha Gren

Moksha Gren — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:29:02 +0000

Simon - You wouldn’t be interested…it has neither chocolate chips nor peanut butter.

Rotel, in it’s basic form, is just diced and canned tomatoes and green chillies. It’s meant to be use din a vareity of recipes. The simplist of all these recipies is to simply mix it in with melted Velveeta cheese for a ncie dip. s’nice.

By: Simon

Simon — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 19:24:21 +0000

OK, what the heck is Rotel dip?!

By: Moksha Gren

Moksha Gren — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:08:17 +0000

We too were country folk…but perhaps a bit more country. We just burned all our trash in big oild drums out back…just a stone’s throw from the cess pool back behind the chicken coup. You fancy folks with in-city dumpsters a mere 15-minutes away ;)

I remember the first time I heard Alice’s Restaurant. Thanksgiving day, I was probbaly 13 or so. We were in Kansas City, on our way to meet my paternal family for the big meal and the song came on the oldies station (101 the Fox). We arrived at the family get together about the time Alro started talking about the draft and I asked Dad if I could stay in the car and finish it. I just remember sitting by myself in the car, laughing and then joining back up with my Dad to discuss the anti-war movement in the 60s. The song has been a favorite of mine ever since…as you may have guessed by my dog’s name.

Mmmm, Rotel dip.

By: Simon

Simon — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 13:42:26 +0000

I’m listening to the song clip as I type this. I’ve never heard it before, so the listening is making your accompanying story make that much more sense. Not that the song itself makes a whole heap of sense, but that’s part of the appeal. I like the ‘implements of destruction’ bit.

Fun!

Almost makes a guy wish that I’d had the opportunity to grow up a time in the country where things like capers would fill the lazy days and I’d end up being thwarted by dentists who moonlight as crime scene investigators.

By: Mark

Mark — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 12:39:53 +0000

Charles - It’s interesting how much differently we remember events.

Oh well, it’s the manner we were caught that matters most.

Good times.

Dave - I didn’t mention this, but it was our dad who introduced me to that song, from his LP.

By: Dave

Dave — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 10:48:50 +0000

Gotta love “Alice’s Restaurant”…… one of my all time favorite songs… *S*

That was too funny Mark… loved it!

By: Charles

Charles — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 06:04:15 +0000

Foiled. I remember that one well. I just remember dad being embarrassed and genuinely let down that we would resort to something that deviant. You probably remember it better than me, because I don’t recall actually seing the garbage bags being dropped off. I have a different recollection. I thought we were wanting to go somewhere else, and we were in a hurry. Naturally, we found what seemed a viable alternative to a 30 minute round trip. My memory of it was that we wanted to go somewhere, and that was going to shoot a hole in our plans. So, we saw that dumpster, dropped off the garbage, and then left for something more interesting. Then when we got home, the garbage was there on the porch patiently awaiting our return. Then I thought we somehow decided that if we just took them to the office THEN, surely we’d still get away with it…only to have dad come home that evening to give us a lecture about how when he asks us to do something, it’s for a reason. Deservedly so, I might add.

I recall him saying, “Well, what did you think was going to happen? What would you do if people started putting their garbage at our house for us to take care of it?”

Hmmm, well, since you put it like that. :-)

I also remember dad getting a kick out of it later saying, “Yep, that was a real caper. You got away with it for all of about 5 minutes the best I can figure.”

Which is probably more time than it took to get busted on many more of our antics I’m sure.

When it comes to getting busted by dad, I can’t think of anything more compelling than when I got caught skipping school. Talk about the planets aligning….that was a good one. It still reverberates as one of my favorite all-time stories, and includes this now-famous verbal exchange.

After realizing we were busted by the school, we decided that we might be better off by going straight to our parents and being honest about what happened. I went into his office with my fellow perpetrator, did my best I. B. Blunt impression, and said…

“Dad….we skipped school today.”

And with a wry smile and an especially sinister giggle, he replied…

“No S___t Sherlock. I knew that by 8:15 a.m.”