TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)

"notbob" wrote in message
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On 2008-08-11, Wolfgang wrote:

I mean it's not every day we get an offering here so evidently pregnant
with

That's it... You've got it.....

Carry on.

O.k., I'll do my best but, for the record, I really think it would be easier
if you would simply explain it all to us. So, let's run with the idea that
"perhaps the next time one has to wonder," refers to the rationale for your
first offering in this thread. What, one naturally wonders, could he have
been wondering about? Well, it would have to be something in keeping with
the bold, forthright and manly character displayed so prominently in that
first message, would it not, not? Yes, I think so. Thus, perhaps it was a
statement about the seriousness of literature as a mirror of life and the
concomitant need to take IT seriously......not? It follows that an offering
of preadolescent dialogue (well, on one end anyway) does a great disservice
to an audience expecting something more.....more.....um.....well more like
your own occasional contributions. As a sometime amateur student of
literature myself, I find this hypothesis not entirely lacking in merit.
However, it doesn't do full justice to the sort commanding vision and rigid
adherence to standards of excellence you not only display, not, but also
must naturally demand of others and whatnot. No, it simply won't do. Not
bold enough and certainly not lofty enough. I think maybe we need to
stretch our imaginations beyond anything we've ever attempted before and
think along lines that seem completely foreign and alien to us. I think you
are simply asking us to throw caution to the winds and act as if we believe
that we could be a near match for a two year old in our own literary
efforts, in short, to be more like you. Hubris! the crowds will cry. Why,
the very impertinence of it! True, true.......but what a liberating
effrontery.......not?

How'm I doing so far?

Wolfgang
who would have preferred multiple guess or true/false......but life its own
self offers up what it will.

On 2008-08-11, Wolfgang wrote:

How'm I doing so far?

Er.... were you talking to me?

On Aug 11, 9:42*pm, notbob wrote:
On 2008-08-11, Wolfgang wrote:

When can I expect the next installment?

perhaps the next time one has to wonder.

nb

A most interesting choice of words. Part of the great attraction of
that piece By Mr.Cain was the description of the wonder of childhood,
reflected in a conversation with his own child, of which he is
doubtless justly proud.

It seems your only intention was to wound and attack somebody who
simply wished to share his own pleasure with others.

This is merely a sad reflection on your own inadequacy. Which of
course is also compounded by you posting anonymously.

Mike Connor

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

I have a nice solid
frame backpack made by Kelty with a mostly enclosed canopy. I buckled
him in and hoisted him up. We were an amphibious vehicle capable of
extended (well, two hours or until the apple juice runs out) forays
into the wilds.


I had an equivalent backpack. Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. Her tears lasted 3 minutes. Mine, however, lasted
a lifetime as my wife continually reminds me of the massive gash and
head-girdlling bump (one inch scratch and small bump) that I inflicted
on her baby. The kid is now twenty, but my bride brings it up about
weekly.

"What are you doing, Daddy?"

Kinda like the TV show "Dinosaurs" as the young one rides on the
daddy's shoulders, pounding daddy on the head with a sauce pan
hollaring "Not the Mommy!"

Great story, Thanks, this mad house needed that.
Frank Reid

On Aug 12, 5:06*am, Frank Reid © 2008 wrote:

I had an equivalent backpack. *Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. *


WHY does this not surprise me?

--riverman

On Aug 12, 1:09*am, riverman wrote:
On Aug 12, 5:06*am, Frank Reid © 2008 wrote:

I had an equivalent backpack. *Took my then two-year-old out in it.
Whilst running down the trail, I didn't stoop low enough for her head
to clear a branch. *

WHY does this not surprise me?

--riverman

Mr.Cain seems fit and able,
to enchant others with a fable,
whereas the worthy Mr.Reid,
must still repent upon his deed.

While running down a woodland track,
he bashed the contents of his pack,
a lowly branch swiped at his issue
drawing blood and scarring tissue.

Of course this filled him with regret,
it seems he is regretting yet,
and though it seems his life is charmed,
his child it seems was badly harmed.

Just a simple bump you say?
But Mrs Reid must every day,
remind him when he comes in wet,
that he it seems is running yet.

Drowned and hung and soaked and smothered,
and by insurance badly covered,
Mr.Reid relies on luck,
even when by lightning struck.

One can but hope that he survives,
just like two cats with eighteen lives,
but still there are some folk who say,
"Take cover lads! Reid´s out to play!"

This story has no moral really,
nothing silly, touchy, feely,
just take care when you are angling,
or you too may end up dangling!

Upside down form a belly boat,
a strong chest pain, constricted throat,
and please don´t even mention wading,
when you feel your life slowly fading.

Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

Steve Cain typed:
I took Henry fishing Sunday. It was the first time he and I have gone
out to fish together, alone. We've been out as a family where he and
his mother would play together while I stole a moment to fish, but
never where he and I went out with the express purpose of fishing.
He's two years old, and I feel anxious that I need to start fishing
with him, to start building a fishing buddy right away. My head knows
that he'll pick it up or not, depending on his personality. My hearts
thinks he's going to be a fishing prodigy if only we start right now.
snip

"That's right." Henry went fishing with Daddy.

Damn, that's good stuff. Thanks, Steve. How many times since has he asked
about doing it again?
--
TL,
Tim
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj

"notbob" wrote in message
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On 2008-08-11, Wolfgang wrote:

How'm I doing so far?

Er.... were you talking to me?

O.k., we both know that by now a lot of people are thinking that you're just
doing to me what you did so adroitly to mikie and kennie. But we both also
know that you live only to teach. However, the Socratic method has its
limitations and I'm starting to feel like I'm doing all the work here.
Besides, all this is obviously lost on the groundlings.

So, let's cut to the chase. That point you were trying to get small enough
for me (still working on that, I presume) is undoubtedly also a bit too
coarse for the hopeless (if perhaps well-intentioned) readers here, so let's
just spell it out for them. It isn't so much a matter of whether or not
I've been clever in my end of the discussion thus far. It is instead a
question of HOW clever. More specifically, it's a question of whether all
or even ANY of it has been as clever, insightful, manly, daring, helpful,
brave, wry, quixotic, educational, ambitious, considered, articulate,
humane, funny, thought provoking and just plain kind as your original
observation that Steve's two year old son must be retarded.

Well, is it, not?

Wolfgang

Don´t take risks like Mr Reid,
don´t fill your backpack with your seed,
and if you do, make sure you duck,
or you´ll have twenty years bad luck!

Now, that's the Mike we all know. Then again, are you implying that's
the Frank you all know?
Frank Reid
(who's found some amazing things you can do with a 10 horse power
rototiller)

On Mon, 11 Aug 2008 10:31:42 -0700 (PDT), Steve Cain
wrote:

On Aug 11, 12:57 pm, notbob wrote:
On 2008-08-11, Steve Cain wrote:



The kid's retarded or has premature alzheimers.


Nope. I asked the pediatrician. Apparently all two-year-olds do that.
Who knew?

I did...no, I didn't stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I did
read ROFF...

HTH,
R