At this time
on September 2nd 1967 I was at the barbers getting a shave so I
wouldn’t have a 5 o’clock shadow, then drove around Cowansville killing time
when I suddenly remembered, condoms, I need condoms so I ran into the pharmacy
and bought a gross.
I was young
and had great expectations back then.
Four kids and
nine years later found me in the basement of our neighbors the Browns, it was
Christmas 1976 and we were filling the last of the condoms with plastic toy
tools and blowing them up. We were playing a joke on our neighbor who didn’t
own any tools but borrowed ours. Tom and I then snuck over to our neighbors the
LaBarres and hung the toy filled condoms on Harvey’s prized blue spruce then
rang his bell and ran and hid.
That was the
only time in my life that I have seen a grown man, in his underwear, run
through waist deep snow in December crying “my tree, my tree”.
They
actually looked quite good as our breath crystallized inside and the Labarres
outdoor light shone on them creating interesting patterns.
And that
good people was only the beginning of the rollercoaster ride that I took my
ever loving and sometimes impatient wife Pat on. There were good years and not
so good years but she stood by me and for that I am truly grateful.
I may not
always show it but I love you and appreciate all that you are.
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