posted on Apr, 2 2024 @ 10:12 PM
a reply to:
underpass61
One day when I was about 8 or so, I got to telling my older brother that I was pretty much grown up. You know the attitude. He tells my Dad, and he
calls me into his small man cave where he's working on his CB base station. I strut in there and say, "What's up, Chuck?"
I never saw the slap, but I felt it, and it immediately re-wired my brain. This man is either Sir, Dad, or Father, in that order, and his CB unit
number was KBT-6944. Not sure why I memorized his CB number, but I figured better safe than sorry.
Funny how things like that turn out to be good memories after so many decades.