tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post113639323593805191..comments2023-11-02T08:21:30.874-04:00Comments on Heigh-ho: The (Soon To Be) Annual "Skitching" Postspd rdrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05543431460609915876noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136755412936624812006-01-08T16:23:00.000-05:002006-01-08T16:23:00.000-05:00Oh gosh. I haven't played for years and years. But...Oh gosh. I haven't played for years and <I>years.</I> But I used to be dead lucky. The last time I played, I beat the pants off (not literally, thankfully) a roomfull of Tidewater businessness men down in some smoky little place in the Outer Banks after a day of duck hunting.<BR/><BR/>They didn't think I knew how to play. And I didn't remember, really... they kept having to tell me the rules.<BR/><BR/>Heh. :)<BR/><BR/>Now you'd probably cream me.Cassandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083557761155403492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136681703260822312006-01-07T19:55:00.000-05:002006-01-07T19:55:00.000-05:00See your three reds, and raise you four burnt umbe...See your three reds, and raise you four burnt umbers.spd rdrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05543431460609915876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136658052678898862006-01-07T13:20:00.000-05:002006-01-07T13:20:00.000-05:00Well, it did. A lot.All those summer afternoons wa...Well, it did. A lot.<BR/><BR/>All those summer afternoons watching him play little league (and I *still* don't understand baseball but I turned into a mean little football player), and stupid arm wrestling matches, and endles poker games with broken crayons for chips...<BR/><BR/>:)Cassandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083557761155403492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136647366919316872006-01-07T10:22:00.000-05:002006-01-07T10:22:00.000-05:00You are most certainly welcome. It's a good thing ...You are most certainly welcome. It's a good thing to remember friends. Even if that memory makes you cry.spd rdrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05543431460609915876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136640143216622262006-01-07T08:22:00.000-05:002006-01-07T08:22:00.000-05:00My childhood was so different from yours, spd. Mov...My childhood was so different from yours, spd. Moving around, especially every year, is hard. You never have a place you can call home. Maybe that's why it has been so nice for me to find such a lovely group of friends here. I've always made friends easily. But they're never permanent. I always know I will have to leave, so I can never really afford to let myself care too much.<BR/><BR/>But Newport was that one magic place for me. I still dream about it sometimes. My parents bought their first house there and we actually lived there three (3!!!) times, albeit only one year at a time, so I got to make lasting friendships and put down roots. I was there in 1st, 4th, 6th, and 7th grades. Strangely enough, my future husband lived there in 5th and even (though he lived way across town) got into the tiny exclusive exam-only school I went to that had only 1 class for each grade, so we would have shared all the same teachers, had I not moved away that year. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, Steve was the best kid in the world. He was good at baseball and smart and he liked books like I did, and just a little dorky but not too much and when the boys gave me a hard time (I was always the only girl in the neighborhood games) he stood up for me because he had a temper, and if they gave him any lip I waded in on his behalf because I could argue anyone to a standstill even when I was only seven. Nobody could take both of us on - together we were invincible. <BR/><BR/>He and I were kind of soul mates. We had that easy kind of friendship you don't question. Anyway this was all during Vietnam and both our Dads were away at the war. It didn't end well for Steve.<BR/><BR/>After reading your post I went in to put my hair up and freshen up and all the memories came flooding back. It's amazing how much you repress when things are painful. I don't know, maybe I will write about it.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, thank you :) An important part of my life, and very precious to me.Cassandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083557761155403492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136588487237832762006-01-06T18:01:00.000-05:002006-01-06T18:01:00.000-05:00That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me all...That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me all day.spd rdrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05543431460609915876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136585915388381272006-01-06T17:18:00.000-05:002006-01-06T17:18:00.000-05:00Wow. Has this ever brought back a lot of memories....Wow. Has this ever brought back a lot of memories.<BR/><BR/>Painful ones. Wonderful ones, of my best buddy Steve Williams. I haven't thought of him in years.<BR/><BR/>Amazing how that works sometimes.Cassandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083557761155403492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136583860950948832006-01-06T16:44:00.000-05:002006-01-06T16:44:00.000-05:00Sounds perilously like boarding, something we used...Sounds perilously like boarding, something we used to do in Rhode Island, and something my little brother told on me about and I got my tail whooped for (the summer after I started my parents Rambler and got it halfway down the street with my best friend before I got the clutch hopelessly messed up on the hill and had to admit defeat) :DCassandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083557761155403492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136493972900458842006-01-05T15:46:00.000-05:002006-01-05T15:46:00.000-05:00Never had the pleasure, but sounds like dangerous ...Never had the pleasure, but sounds like dangerous fun.KJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13749107853987458250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136493630829915622006-01-05T15:40:00.000-05:002006-01-05T15:40:00.000-05:00Nobody misses the freezing rain, anon. And anyway,...Nobody misses the freezing rain, anon. And anyway, you're probably not too far away from the white stuff (unless your in Death Valley).spd rdrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05543431460609915876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13022824.post-1136476507765395252006-01-05T10:55:00.000-05:002006-01-05T10:55:00.000-05:00Cool story. I miss the snow now that I'm a left-c...Cool story. I miss the snow now that I'm a left-coaster but I don't miss the freezing rain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com