NEEDS A BUNGEE CORD?
How did I get on this subject?
What was I talking about?
Oh, Yes. Sunday outings. I really
did have to look back to the previous page to see what I was talking about. Does anyone else have to do that?
Would you admit it?
Did you ever jump off a bridge
onto the river bottom?
No water. Just HARD, unrelenting,
Well, let me tell you about
my big brother! He is a story!
Forty-five years ago? Oh, brother!
Why would he remember that song after all this time? Was I that good? Or that bad?
Well, back to BUNGEE JUMPING
IN THE OLD DAYS!
They weren't sissies in those
days. If you were going to jump, JUMP! There was no such thing as a bungee rope!
I don't think my brother actually
meant to jump off that bridge. He was standing up there yelling things at us who were down on the sand. He was standing on
the railing, Doing a Tarzan imitation. Beating his chest and ah ooh ah'ing. The railing was probably as wide as a mans' hand.
He had PLENTY of room, he thought.
Anyway, he yelled at us to look at him.
I looked up and saw what he
I yelled at him "DON'T JUMP!
But he did.
He admitted later he didn't
jump. Not on purpose.
He tried to laugh about it then.
He tries to laugh now, but he hasn't waited long enough. It hurt.
He said it was my fault. If
I hadn't yelled at him and scared him, he wouldn't have fell.
That doesn't sound logical to me. I told
him NOT to jump!