Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for June 07, 2015
June 06, 2015
June 08, 2015
Transcript:
Dill: Here I come, ready or not! Dill: Yeek! Dill: AW! It's that dumb cat with a stick of dynamite! OOF! Dill: I was a cute baby! Hey! I can walk! It's my first tooth! Look out! Falling anvils! I want that for Christmas! Oh, Boy! Here come the visigoths! Dill: My entire life flashed before me, along with some cartoon and toy commercials. And my brothers' favorite documentary on invaded barbarian hordes.
I tell this one just about every time the tube-slide thing comes up – but fourteen years ago, when my Aspie grandson was four, I had to haul my 66-year-old carcass up a three-story tube slide and drag him, kicking and screaming, down the pee-sy-smelling, stuffy, grimy tube, an inch at a time. (He had been hogging up the wheel in the crow’s nest.) My life didn’t flash before my eyes, but I got a glimpse of what #*() might be like.