Jon Crispin's Notebook


Posted in Friends, Plants, Sport by joncrispin on 16/08/2010


When I was growing up in Meadville, there were tons of oak trees.  In the fall the acorns would start dropping and be everywhere.  Sometimes we would fill our pockets full and inevitably someone would start throwing them,which would lead to some massive neighborhood battles.  One day Don Blackmar’s father got involved in the effort, and since he was the only adult, just about everyone started heaving them at him. He got really pissed and took it to a level way beyond parental discretion.  It was unusual to see a parent go over so far over the edge in what was mostly just a benign game.  I never felt the same about him after that.

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