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John,
Sandy's dad, one time, just to be funny, brought in some popping corn they
had grown on the farm. He wanted to see if he could pop the corn still on
the cob. She said corn popped all over the place. Her dad used to always
do stuff like this to get her mom's goat, sort of speak. Once, he took
Sandy and her mom, on the way back to the farm, to one of those ice cream
places that has a million different flavors. Her dad came out to the car
with three vanilla cones. Mildred, Sandy's mom, blew a gasket. Another
time, she told Sandy's dad, since he was driving the 15 miles into town, to
pick up a bag of rubber bands. Sandy's dad came home with a 10 pound bag of
rubber bands. Try and imagine 10 pounds of rubber bands. Mildred threw a
fit. He was always pulling something. I would have loved to have been
there the day he tried popping the corn still on the ear.
Phil.
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