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 Vas dis Jeopardy

      My next memory was of me standing next to my mother holding her hand.

      We were standing at the front door of a strange house, my head knee level to my mother. My mother persistently knocked at the door until suddenly a wild haired, wild-eyed looking woman ripped opened the door. The frightening woman just stood there… not saying anything. Her face was a puffy oatmeal ruin with a long nose set in the center. Her crazy looking eyes were bright blue with hideously painted eyebrows above the eyes. Her eyebrows had been painted because she had plucked every last follicle out. She had a wild messy red slash of lipstick over her gapping ruinous mouth.

      Many years later as I was watching Saturday Night Live, the comedian Dave Hartman was doing a skit called “Vas dis Jeopardy” and in this skit he was wearing a blond wig with pig-tails and a messy red slash of lipstick. Seeing this skit brought both laughter and chills. He was playing the part of a very mannish looking he-she. He looked much like the woman who had tore opened the door the frightful day. Anyway, my mother made it apparent that she wanted to leave me with this witchy looking woman. I was terrified.

      I felt that for some reason unknown to me my mother wanted to get rid of me. (Those damn abandonment issues again!). I went into a fit of screaming and hugging my mother’s leg for dear life. She struggled hard to pull me off her leg.

I was like a leach on a hapless swimmer; the effort brought her to anger.

She promptly gave me a generous spanking before leaving me with the woman.  My memory fades….

      Many years later, I asked my mother about the incident and she told me that this incident happen during the first week we had moved into the neighborhood. Mom decided that it would be best to introduce her self to all of the neighbors in the immediate vicinity. These neighbors suggested a picnic. Apparently, Mrs. Huggins was the only one available to watch me, so that my mother could go shopping for the picnic stuff.

      I sure was terrified! What will life bring next?

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ADVENTURES IN MARINE BIOLOGY

 

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VINCE'S GYM

 

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His Version of The Matrix

 

MEMORIES OF MY FATHERS

ZEN & THE ART OF RESISTANCE TRAINING:

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ZEN & THE BIOLOGY OF TRANSCENDENCE:

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