The huddled in their club house, a rejected cube van in the back yard. Sacred ground for 3 young men, preteens.
Anyway, the story goes that “one” of them got the bright idea to light and “smoke” pieces of an old chair they had. Wicker? Rattan? As he and his brother reminisce about it now, they agreed the chair wasn’t really smokeable but they did light pieces. The last visit his brother made here, we sat for a long time as they recounted some stories.
It’s actually a more special story to hear as he never did smoke, was awarded “Athlete of the Year” for 5 years at his high school – played soccer, hockey, basketball, did gymnastics and cross country running – in whatever shoes he owned, back then.
I have three medals he won running and will frame them for him. “It’s no big deal” is always his response.
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No big deal? Hmmm – I would be very proud of him.
Nice to share stories.
Oh my–the stories that come out once they have grown. I have to laugh as our offspring recount the times “they pulled one over on the parents.”
Thanks for the chair smoking explanation! It all makes perfect sense now. I think….
“they agreed the chair wasn’t really smokeable”
heeheehee – I laughed out loud when I read that line.
Oh, it’s a very big deal! Mr. kenju (in his dotage) remembers every game he played, every boxing match and every basket he shot from 6th grade through college and the Navy! I bet W remembers some of his exploits, too.