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Rollerblades and Cigarettes

I am home in Oklahoma (which as you know is always prone to spur a blog or two) for a few days for Thanksgiving before heading down to Louisiana to see the person who I am most thankful for in my life. My parents dropped our membership to the country club because none of us chitlins are home any more to enjoy it, which makes sense, which is also the reason that I take advantage of Mondays when the Office at the Club are closed. It was a beautiful day here in Duncan so I decided to go play some golf. I was playing by myself and suprisingly played pretty well, but something else today jogged my memory.

Behind the green on #6 there is this little place on the clubhouse where you can jump up and sit down, kind of bench-like. It is completely hidden by trees and it was the perfect place for a few rollerblading middle schoolers to go hang out. Chris Darling, Booth Boughan and I criss-crossed this town nearly every day on our rollerblades. I had Aeroblades, and Booth and Chris has Coolblades. We did lots of really really crazy/stupid things. We would find our way up onto our old elementary school and then skate really fast on the flat roof and drop 6ft down to the ground. We flew down stairs just like the professional skaters do, but by far the stupidest thing we did was when we would hide behind bushes near a stop sign and we would wait for a pick-up to come by. When the truck would start moving, we would dart out from behind the bush and grab on to the tailgate and hold on as the pickup went down the road. How stupid, right? Right. Sometimes trucks would go as fast as 30mph and there we would be, just hanging on the back smiling, being stupid.

And then we would take breaks, and they would smoke cigarettes and dip Copenhagen. It made me sick after a few tries so I abstained. But we were really cool, really cool. Don't ever forget that.

posted by corbs @ 6:47 PM