” Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!”

The early morning was foggy. Yesterday’s clouds are still hanging around, but the sun should break through. It will be in the mid 60’s today. I have to go to Hyannis. I’ll pack later.

Nala trash picked again yesterday. I’ll have to take my prisoner’s stick into the backyard and do clean-up. Nala had chewed a hole in the trash bag and was running outside with her booty when I heard a can drop.

We always had Crayola crayons in the house. Every Christmas and sometimes at Easter we’d get a new pack. The Christmas pack was always the biggest. I remember the pack of 64 crayons. It had every color in the world, or at least I thought so. We seldom threw out any crayons. Pieces were kept in a cigar box. As the crayons got smaller, we’d tear off the papers, and the fancy color names were gone. All the crayons became simple colors like blue or green or red. We didn’t miss the nuances of the colors.

One time, when I was around twelve or thirteen, I was with my brother in a car. I was in the front seat. He was in the back. I don’t remember whose car it was. We passed a police car which was on the side of the road. My brother told me to bark out the window. That seemed silly but harmless enough. It wasn’t. The cop chased us and pulled us over. He was really angry. We got lectured. I found out later the cop had killed a dog. He didn’t appreciate the barking.

My second weird encounter with an officer of the law was once when I was coming home from Boston. I was in the back seat with a dog, a puppy of about six months. The driver got stopped for speeding by a state police officer. The officer came over to the car and started questioning all of us. He wanted to know if the dog had a license. I told him no as the dog was a puppy, and she didn’t need one. I also said she wasn’t driving, the wrong thing to say, but I was annoyed. He didn’t like my answer and wanted to know my name. I said Ryan why? He started lecturing me about respect and called me Miss Why during the entire lecture. Every time he did the two people in the front seat laughed so hard the seat shook. Finally we were allowed to keep driving. I wanted to go right to the police barracks to lodge a complaint. The dog questions were odd and a bit over the top, but I suppose I just should have been thankful the puppy didn’t get a ticket for riding without a license.

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2 Comments on “” Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    We finally got a little relief from the heatwave. Today the clouds began to appear in the sky and the temperature only reached 85°.

    Many years ago I had given a crew their type ratings in the flight simulator. We finished up late one night and the clients decided to celebrate by bringing in a six pack of beer. This was the first and only time I drank a beer with my clients before leaving for the day to drive home. With my bad luck I was stopped by a cop for having an inoperative tail light. When he asked me if I had been drinking I admitted that I had one beer. He gave me a warning and I continued home.

    I’m not a big drinker. When we used to buy a six pack I might drink the entire six beers in a couple of weeks. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We had had fog around much of the morning.The sun disappeared quickly. It stayed in the mid-60’s all day, but I was still comfortable in a short sleeve shirt.

      Like you, I seldom drink. I never drink beer. I always tell people it tastes like cow pee. Usually I’ll drink a White Russian mostly if I go out to dinner or have friends over to dinner. That has happened only once in the last two months.

      I haven’t ever been stopped for drinking. I’m careful bot to drink and drive,.

      We got rain and thunder tonight.

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