Friday, May 28, 2010

Childhood Memory

My brother used to fart into a band aid box in order to "save it for later". Later, as ammunition against one of his sisters.

Sure, I could have told the story about how, as an adult, he walked a friend home for a dozen miles in the middle of the night, and then walked home by himself. He was just that kind of a guy.

The band aid box story is funnier, and goes to explain a lot of things about us. For instance, it explains why we are glad the old metal band aid box style has been abandoned for a cardboard version, with its loose, folding joints that allow for breezy drafts...

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