My dad and I are moving this week, for the first time in 17 years. A lot of things have happened in that time. I grew up, mom died, other things happened.
Anyway, I went through some boxes in the basement of mom's stuff that predates us living in this house. I found some interesting things. Some of her poetry, a collection of pre-Saddam Iraqi postage stamps from when my grandfather was stationed in Baghdad, a 1975 birth control handbook (ew...).
But one of the most interesting things I found was a bong. As I was talking to dad on the phone I brought this up. Now, you have to understand that he is a no-nonsense kind of guy who rarely laughs. (He was actually the inspiration for my alias) Here is how our conversation went:
Me: So I went through those old boxes that were in the basement. You know, a bunch of mom's stuff from the '70s.
Dad: Yeah...
Me: Among other things, I found a bong.
Dad: A what?
A bong
Can you spell that?
B-O-N-G
Okay, so what's a B-O-N-G?
You know those things you use to get high?
(Laughing really hard)
- RG>
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When I e-mailed this story to my family, my uncle replied "I usually use a ladder to get high"
funny.
- RG>
Oh, and it's actually a small Hookah.
Funny nonetheless.
- RG>
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