Whopper
Jennifer and I were big into Fan clubs (don’t judge, it was the 80’s). We were members of Ricky Shroeder's, as well as Blair from the Facts of Life and she was HUGE into Meneudo. I forget which one she liked, but it wasn’t Ricky Martin.
I still have all my Fan club photos in a box downstairs.
I still have all my Fan club photos in a box downstairs.
Jennifer at times could be a lot like Whopper from the cartoon The Pound Puppies when we were kids. She could spin a little fib into the tallest tale. I was good to always give her the benefit of the doubt and try to believe her, no matter how far fetched they were. The first fib I ever caught her in was the lie she told me about having a horse. In town there is a house on Route 233 with a small barn and a pasture that butts up against the school property. There was a horse and two cows that lived in that field back then. She used my love horses as a way of torchering me, She had me completely convinced that that was her horse that lived in that field. One time on the way to her grandmother’s house where we were going to try and ride cows, she asked her dad in the truck if she could get another horse. He responded by asking, “when did we get the first one?” I had caught her at that point and knew she was lying to me.
Another good fable she told, was the one that had me sitting in the drive way for hours. I mentioned before that she loved Meneudo and she had written many times to them. I think the one she liked was Ray. She had Alec and myself convinced that he was going to be in the area and was coming to see her. We waited on the black pavement forever. Certainly I knew this one was a bit far fetched and probably not true, but we sat out there with her anyway. Sad to say he never showed up.
Another “someone’s coming to visit me” lie she told, got us into real trouble. She was determined that her friend was walking to her house to hang out with her, but we had to meet her on the corner. The 3 of us walked down to the corner of our road and the main route that went through town (just 2 miles from the NY State Thruway) There we stood. We were there forever, just waiting. I had pig tails, so the tradition was pull them and sing the B.J. MaCay and his Best Friend Bear song when a Semi tractor trailer would go by, trying to get them to blow their horns. So we did that along with waiving at truckers and passer bys to kill time. Evening time had crept around, with still no signs of her friend and our parents began seeking us for dinner. They had looked in the woods, where we were usually found, but to no avail. I’m not sure what sent them in our direction, but I remember oh too clearly, my mother driving down the road in the big ol’ brown wagon. I can still see her climbing out of the Pontiac with a twisted look of sheer anger mixed in with incredulous fright. She slapped my happy ass and threw me in the car screaming the whole time about kidnapping and wandering too far this time, pushing my luck and I’m sure grounding was in there too. I didn’t see at the time what was so wrong with what we were doing, but now I think she might have been justifiably upset with us
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