vintage 1977 han solo blaster pistol
My nephew, who is known by all as Uncle Dill, is turning five years old next week. His parents will not let me give him a switchblade to mark this milestone, so I am doing the next best thing and giving him this fine weapon which I have carried for the last thirty years. He is a genuine Star Wars freak, so I think he is going to be very excited. I wish I could be there to see his face, but I will get to hear all about it when we meet them in Kingsport later this month.
Bee Fights
When I was a young kid in north Florida, we lived in a neighborhood that was almost all Navy families. Every couple of years they would get transferred to different base and we would get a new set of neighbors.
I don’t think the yards in that neighborhood had any grass. It was all clover.
Pinching those big fat bumblebees off of the clover and throwing them at each other was a regular game. They were slow and easy enough for small fingers to hold. It felt like a tiny electric shock when their buzzing bodies would bounce off your chest and the bee flew away. I went what seems like years without getting stung. I think that I even forgot I could get stung, until one got me between the fingers and I was done with that game for good.
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