- Andrew: honh!?
- me: honh!!
- Andrew: you on your mobile?
- going mobile
- me: nope i don't have that
- i'm at home
- Andrew: ah
- is this an example of the inflatable rat you were telling me about
- me: yyup
- oooh look at tina
- Andrew: yes
- very hot
- me: gahhhh
- shes the first person i thought about
- when i heard about the writers strike
- Andrew: reminds me a little of the lead girl character in animal house
- the gf of one of the delta house guys
- me: oh yah
- karen allen
- Andrew: yeah yeah yeah
- dorky hot
- me: what was her boyfriend's name?
- oh that's right
- Andrew: lol
I knew a guy growing up—hard to forget—named, Daniel “Tippy” Finney. At some point we became co-owners of a Mongoose BMX bike we’d rescued from a dumpster. We worked on the thing all summer to get it roadworthy. Once we did, I recall some sort of feud with another (independent) bike owner named Mike Cahill… over the merits of a Mongoose frame. It was a matter of honor for me and Tippy; we were, by default, Mongoose Guys.
Anyhonk, Tippy’s brother (Donald, aka “Dewey”) had a preternatural sense of both mechanics & electronics, and drew-up schematics for computer circuitry—from scratch—on enormous sheets of vellum, spread over the kitchen table. Dewey also ran away from home for months at a time, living out of a lean-to he built in the woods. It was a big enough area, even in suburban Boston, that he was somehow able to do this unaccosted. (NB: I never actually saw the lean-to—most likely a security measure—but I was assured of its existence.)
I think of that now and then… and the thought usually ends with this.