Monday, May 3, 2010
Anyways. Not much to the tornado adventure. Summer of 1967. We were on Uncle Bill's houseboat and the guys were fishing when I siren went off. We were told to stay on the river, and there were quite a few boats out there. There were a lot of trees lining the shore, and you could not see the funnel, but I'll never forget the quiet or the color of the sky, the same thing everybody everywhere says. We stayed on the river overnight, my goofy uncles, me and my younger cousin. And guess what? I had my kinda sorta first adult-like dream. Julie Newmar as Catwoman, who else? I was helping her escape from Batman, we went into a cavern (similar to where we were in real life, the bluffs and all), but for some reason Catwoman couldn't fit and had to take her costume off. I remember her ass (this was years before I'd laid eyes on Floppers), because my uncles had a stack of stag films. I woke up, we went back. That's my story.