Showing posts with label protection under your bed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label protection under your bed. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Like father...... Like daughter.........


I'm up here in cold windy gray Chicago....doing a little business for my parents....repairing a window....looking for insurance and other tax documents....de-trashing a bit.
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I have my faithful pup, Ozzie with me, but it's lonely solo-ing up here and I still find it grim business to go through their house....despite discovering the occasional old picture from my childhood or even something from my grandparents.
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Today I focused on my parent's bedroom.....where I discovered a box of bills on my last trip.
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I got down on my hands and knees to search under their bed. I didn't find anything on my mother's side....although something was on my father's side of the bed.
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On hands and knees again....I peered under his side of the bed........and laughed.
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Yep....like father....like daughter....a big ol' baseball bat.
A classic Louisville slugger.....a left over from the old neighborhood.
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I admit.....I have a baseball bat under my bed too....it's the preferred burglar alarm and intruder weapon for any self-respecting person from the south side of Chicago.
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I've never used my bat (even when angry at my hub) and I probably wouldn't remember it was there....even if I did hear a strange noise in the house....but the tradition continues.
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So I called my daughter up.
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"Listen....when you come to Chicago in May....I'm going to give you your grandfather's baseball bat."
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Silence.
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"You put it under your bed...a south side burglar alarm."
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"I think you showed me the one under your bed."
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"Good.....good....so now you'll have one too...you don't have to beat anybody up with it......you just put it under your bed and leave it there."
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"Okay," she said but I could hear the slight hesitation in her voice....exactly what you would expect from a modern young woman who did not grow up in an old ethnic neighborhood.
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"Anything else Mom?"
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"No," I said...and with one hand.... pulled the bat out from under my father's bed.
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"What are you doing ?"
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"Trying to insure a good night's sleep for myself."
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I slipped the bat under my side of the bed.
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