I sent this to my grandparents my first year at Boy Scout camp:
So one, I wasn't always averse to bringing a radio into the woods.
Two, I was either an entrepreneur or a crook, depending on your point of view.
Three, I was all about conveniently located retail establishments.
Man, I don't even know the young me anymore....
Oh man! That's priceless.ReplyDelete
My favorite part is the question mark after the zip code.ReplyDelete
Yes! I had no idea. I also liked how there was no house number and I had to abbreviate Rensselaer because I couldn't spell it. Way to make the mailman work for it.ReplyDelete
I once wrote a letter to my parents from summer camp as if I was being held ransom. It didn't work. They made me stay the whole week.ReplyDelete
I noticed the retail thing, but didn't want to allude to any "gay" comments in case you really were at band camp, which might seem more obvious.ReplyDelete
I like how you are so sure that "for once I got the good end of the deal." What kind of wretched life had you lead up to this point?ReplyDelete
Fantastic, love the comparsions.ReplyDelete
HAHAHAHAHA! This is SOOOOO funny. And I needed a pick-me-up today!ReplyDelete
Thanks for a well cool post!
I am following your blog for a while now...quietly - but today I wish to say this:ReplyDelete
What a lovely darling boy you have been - hope you can still find him inside you!!!
And what were you sitting on that made your writing wave up and down so much?!?!ReplyDelete
Love the question mark after the zip. Did I see that correctly - the stamp was only $.09?? So for less that a dime the postman had to interpret the address - and apparently it did get there since your grandparents presumably kept it all this time.ReplyDelete
My sister read one to me this summer that I wrote her one summer in which I told her that she wasn't missing anything because our cousins were boring. Nice to announce that to the world on a post card leaving a small town!
Memoirs have a lot of writeable materials stored in!ReplyDelete
Personally I like the fact that "for ONCE you got the good end of the deal"...Like you had years and years of getting screwed over at your young age.ReplyDelete
You've apparently always had a thing for knives...ReplyDelete
That is a treasure.ReplyDelete
It's been a while since I last visited so I really got a surprise today with 4 new posts from you! Wow!! I got a few laughs, some nostalgia, some great photographs of yours,and of course- a trip back down memory lane to the poop pile and the crap bucket. All the reasons why I read your blog- thanks Johnny!ReplyDelete
I think I wrote the same letter to my parents that Badass Geek did. They didn't buy into it, either, and I spent almost 4 weeks at horrible preppy girls' camp. I still haven't forgiven them and it's been 25 years. Why couldn't camp have been more like "Meatballs"?ReplyDelete
My 9-year-old cousin recently wrote me a letter, and the address started:ReplyDelete
19 years old"
I like how specific he is.
Hah! As far as I can see you are still the young you.ReplyDelete
You were enterprising. I'll bet you joined DECA in highschool, right? Of course you did.ReplyDelete
I don't even know what DECA is?ReplyDelete
The ex had a patient at the funny farm who bought sodas for fifty cents and sold the empty cans to the obsessive water drinkers for two dollars. Oh, and your REO post is done.ReplyDelete
LOL! I love finding things from my childhood. Our thoughts were so much more simple then, weren't there? More honest. Thanks for taking me back.ReplyDelete