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Originally posted by dtb
My brother and I tortured one babysitter by locking him (yes, him -- his name was Harlan; I think he's the only person I've ever met named Harlan) out of the house (under the ruse of playing hide-and-seek). He went home and got his mother to call us and give us a stern warning about letting Harlan back into the house.
We were cowed, of course, and let him back in.
I don't remember if we got in trouble or not.
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I went to high school with a Harlan. Very nice guy.
I have a friend named Harley. He got four whole pages in Robb Walsh's book on Texas Barbeque. (Go to the Amazon link on the left and then look up "Legends of Texas Barbecue Cookbook: Recipes and Recollections from the Pit Bosses") He's won more barbeque competitions than anyone in the state, and he'll be at the World
World Championship Bar-B-Que contest the weekend before the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo starts. He has a
website where you can buy his world famous seasoning. He also builds fences for ranches.
We used to play with my dad's CB radio when we were kids and pretend we were Duke's of Hazzard. I always got to be Daisy, cuz I was the oldest. My sister didn't want to be Enos or Cooter or Roscoe or Boss Hogg or Uncle Jesse, so she was always Flash.
The most trouble I EVER got in when we were kids was the time that we were playing in the car after my dad left us for two minutes to pick something up in a store. Either my brother or I managed to get the car out of park and into neutral and the car started rolling. We'd seen lots of Duke's of Hazzard and knew what to do. We jumped out of the car and rolled away. We were congratulating ourselves for the daring escape when my dad ran up. We explained what happened (the car had stopped rolling maybe ten feet from a highway), and my dad got furious. Not for playing with the gear shift. Not for jumping out of a moving vehicle. FOR LEAVING OUR SISTERS IN THE CAR. We explained that we weren't sure that we could have gotten the one out of her car seat in time, and the other one was too chicken to jump. Somehow that didn't calm him down.
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