Whenever it snows, Im reminded of one of my favorite childhood memories. Ive shared this story many times and it always makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I believe it was during junior high. Upon seeing the snow falling and quickly accumulating, I made my way down the street to the home of my friend, Price Horn. His father, Roger, answered the door and invited me in. He told me Price was still in bed but to wait and hed quickly fetch him. Moments later, Price was being led into the living room, clad in only his tighty whities, and briskly out the door. The door was immediately locked behind him. Go get the paper, Roger said through the storm door. Price, understandably cold in his underwear in the snow, tried desperately to open the door. Roger would not relent. Go get the paper. Eventually, Price gave in and dashed to the end of the driveway while Roger and I laughed and laughed. I felt so guilty. Not really.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 02:05:28 +0000
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