tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541424098637282033.post7068314986285438856..comments2024-02-25T14:40:36.163-05:00Comments on INFINITY NOW: Are you laughing at me?bertgaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06609030623500152116noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541424098637282033.post-59414071132624467682009-10-20T17:35:12.008-04:002009-10-20T17:35:12.008-04:00Dear God, I hate relatives. (Thanks, Jerome. Much ...Dear God, I hate relatives. (Thanks, Jerome. Much appreciated. I started to make a monkey joke, but what's the point. I can't top that.)bertgaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06609030623500152116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541424098637282033.post-47652389736586460452009-10-20T17:24:04.971-04:002009-10-20T17:24:04.971-04:00Wow! Uncles must be sent for the very purpose you&...Wow! Uncles must be sent for the very purpose you've discovered. I have one of those stories, too. My father and his brother, my favorite Uncle John, took me shopping in Reynosa, Mexico (right across the border from McAllen, Texas). I think they were shopping for cheap liquor. Anyway, I was five or six, and as we walked along the street we came up to a guy with a crank organ and a monkey! Yep, just like you've seen in cartoons. The monkey was as tall as me, and as we got closer, and before I could lift a finger to resist, the monkey leaped on me and wrapped his arms, legs AND tail around me. We tipped over with the monkey on top screaming into my face. Of course, I was scared, but mostly mad! Around the monkey's head I could see my father, uncle AND the organ grinder laughing at me! Man! was I mad! That memory has stuck with me, but, thankfully, the anger faded. Eventually, it was a story I told others to ELICIT laughter, not sympathy. God bless, and hang in there!Jerome Ellardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14704612304677053794noreply@blogger.com