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[at-l] Another Blast from the past
- Subject: [at-l] Another Blast from the past
- From: Nadine9799@aol.com
- Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 11:56:27 EDT
In a message dated 98-05-06 23:28:26 EDT, sevy@conknet.com writes:
The Unbearable Lightness Of Parapacking
Monday - Late Afternoon
"Send Lawyers, Guns and Wingfoot!"
The Fondue Has Hit The Fan !"
Stammerred Little Juan as the group of locals arrived at the shelter
all
packed into the back of Floyd Smith's Ranchero.
"Who the hell are you guys!" cursed Bobby Lee Smith the anti-hiker.
"We are parapackers with a purpose!" shouted the rest.
"And so, Little Man, tell us whats ya spec -eee - al purpose !" as the
Ranchero rocked with laughter.
"Yeah, your purpose right now is to get your hairy feet and stuff outa
this here lean-to so us real men can party! ' "Yeah! " shouted the
Ranchero-twins each sticking there heads up through the slightly cockeyed
after market sunroof Junior had just put in at the parking lot of the
Franklin Napa store.
"Hiking is their purpose." said Milo as he came around the corner with
that big fat Cuban cigar hanging out the corner of his mouth.
"And who are you Papa packer ?" shouted Floyd.
"I am Milo Garcia and these are the parapackers. Come now packermen,
we
must leave now - we do not want to trouble these young men." Milo said
with that Milo grin as he moved closer to the shelter.
Tuesday- Early Morning
The bugs were bad, the bugs were real bad but Milo had planned ahead
this
year. The parapackers were slowly and carefully making their way up the
trail, two by two and side by side.
Oh no, there was no bug repellant that worked on the parapackers poor
Milo
thought as he wheeled Enzo, Little Juan, Little Derrick, Graham and JW out
of the K-Mart and back to the trail last week.
And now here were the 50 little parapackers one each in the leg of the
K-Mart SPECIAL DEAL queen size sheer pantyhose with the big knot on top and
paranoses pressing forth plodding up the trail. One little guy would
shuffle ahead and then his little buddy would shoot forward as the fabric
would stretch.
After maybe 2 miles the parapackers had caught on and now Milo was
starting to fall way way behind as the band of parapackers swish, swish
swished and snapped up the trail. The bugs were no longer a problem. They
were once again one with the trail like so many little headless June Taylor
dancers on some long lost Jackie Gleason Show high stepping there way North.
Tuesday - Late Afternoon
Bobby Lee and the Ranchero Boys were just headin up Forest Service
Road 41
when the first of the para-pairs crested the hill, then a second set , a
third, a fourth. The twins were riding in the back as Bobby Lee went for
the brakes. The dirt flew and the parapackers dove on each side of the
Ranchero. The Twins were airborne as Enzo and Little Juan swished and
snapped over the hill.
It was by no means on purpose Milo would later recall but Enzo went
Left
and Little Juan he went right and well the pantyhose it just stretched. "
Damm but didn't it just catch them two flying Ranchero twins !" said a
beaming Milo between puffs on his big Havana.
Tuesday Evening
Milo was sitting up front with Bobby Lee as the 50 parapackers sat out
back with the twins as the Ranchero headed down into town.
The Bamaman
AT '81
David S. Severance
The Ossipee Mt. News >>
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