[Dave in MN]

An elderly neighbor took me fishing twice during the summer I was 8. He was driving a '28 or '29 closed cab pickup. I had a plan and most of the funds earned to purchase the Model A when I obtained my drivers permit. I shared my plan with my driver's education teacher. The SOB went out and purchased it, not for himself but to flip it, before I completed training. I had instant disdain for the man when I found out what he did.

This man was also my varsity baseball coach in high school. I became quite proficient at driving a foul ball at his feet when he stood in the first base coaching box just to see him dance. He used to yell at me: "Gerold, take a full swing."He never caught on I was doing it on purpose.
Good Day!