[at-l] sins

[David Addleton]

my daughter called me today . . . totally freaked out . . . about spitting
blood . . . <therein lies the only connection to felix's post>

she was many miles away having saved her pennies to go meet this guy half
way up the east coast  in  DC  . . . but still miles, in foggybottom, from
THE TRAIL {I mean here, of course, the APpALACHIAN TRAIL!},  . . . (I can
make ANY post ON TOPIC)

THIS GUY IS FROM NEW HAMPSHIRE . .  .  S  H  I  R  E  ??????

turns out she was at this Indian restaurant . . .

[I adore South Asia, btw]

she ate some of "that crunchy bread"

it stuck in her swollen tonsils

it bled

she was sleeping

it freaked her out when she coughed it up this morning . . .

she called me freaked out while I'm trying to earn a livi'n. . .

I'm a good dad, I hope . . .

I faxed the insurance papers . . . I don't expect a bill

On 6/22/07, Felix J <athiker at smithville.net> wrote:
>
> Since the list is so deadly....er, dead....here is something I just
> happened across (by a strange chain of events)...from January 15th, 1999:
>
>
> I met Earl, or Earl the Pearl, as I liked to call him, at Cascade B&B in
> N. Woodstock (it's a free show, people).  I was using the payphone to
> order new boots when Pokey comes, well, kinda running/limping/tripping
> across the parking lot. "Earl's staying with us tonight," she said with
> all the glee of a ...(I can't think of anything with that much glee.) I
> said "I'm not paying for his room." After I finished spending $220 at a
> payphone, I went back to the B&B. As I walked in, I tripped over this old
> duffelbag-looking thing. "Get this piece of...Oh, hi Earl." Everyone was
> sitting in the livingroom (for lack of a better word) and Earl was
> telling stories. I sat down between Earl and Bill. Earl gave me a glare
> filled with venom. Bill took a cigarette out and was fumbling with his
> lighter. I took my lighter and started to assist him. About that time a
> flannel-covered forearm cracked me right across the bridge of my nose.
> "What the...???" I thought (I may have said it, too. I'm not sure.) By
> the time I caught my senses, Earl was lighting Bill's cigarette.
> I shook it off and just assumed it was an accident. A few minutes later,
> Betty is trying to light a cigarette. EArl jumps up and in a flash has
> his lighter out and Betty's Pall Mall a blaze. I thought this odd. It was
> not until later that evening that I found out that Bill and Betty pay a
> dime for everytime someone lights their cigarette. If you don't know Bill
> and Betty, this could earn someone upwards of $70,000 a year. Earl was
> trying to subsidize his hike by lighting cigarettes at the Cascade. More
> power to him, thinks I.
>
> The next morning, a group of us are sitting on the front porch enjoying
> coffee and lies. I stir my cream into my coffee and watch as the
> whirlpool slows. About that time a tablespoon of vinegar and brown sugar
> are plunged deep into my java pool. "Uggggh!!" I say. Next thing I know
> I'm looking EArl right square in the eye saying "If you ever touch my
> coffee again, I'm gonna beat the down outta that vest with a Sassafras
> jack. You hear me?"  He said "You, your dad, two steers and mule couldn't
> beat the down out this vest if you had all day to do it." Next thing I
> know someone is taping gauze to my eye and pouring alcohol on my elbows.
> Earl was supine on the porch.
>
> Things calmed down quite a bit for a while, as folks tried to keep Earl
> and I seperated. This worked well until Key Mho Saw Be came to shuttle us
> back to the Trail. Tension was so high that when we got back to the
> parking lot at the Flume Visitor Center, Earl and I just rolled out of
> the car in a flurry of punches. All in all,it was a fine bruhaha we had
> going. After a while, Earl and I both grew weary of the struggle. We
> seperated and hit the Trail, he going north, me south. After we split, I
> am sure I heard him say "The down's still in my vest, boy". I spat some
> blood and winked at him...
>
> --
> Felix J. McGillicuddy
> ME-->GA '98
> "Your Move"
> ALT '03 KT '03
> http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/
>
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