The Great Raceon September 10th, 2011 at 7:35 AM
I don’t remember the exact year but it was on a rainyThanksgiving Day in the early 50′s. Cedar Finishing . At that time my family wasliving on Rose St. in McKeesport, Pa.My cousin Todie (Maurice Law) and I didn’t have anythingbetter to do that afternoon but to play in a puddle of water inthe street. electronic cigarettes . Unfortunately for us, we were playing in our goodclothes which we were told not to do. In the distance I couldhear my mother threatening to tear us up for playing in thewater. Looking at Todie with one eye and seeing my mother gettingcloser with the other, I asked him whether we would wait and getour butt whipped or run. He chose to stay and I being smarterthan him, chose to run because I knew that she couldn’t catch me.That was the beginning of the great race. I took off towardsBrick Alley ahead by two lengths. When I turned off of BrickAlley onto Moran Field, I looked over my shoulder in time to seemy mother fading fast and disappearing in my dust. I had to beahead by at least two blocks and I didn’t even get my secondwind. Freight Shipping . I knew all along that she couldn’t catch me even on myslowest day.Standing alone gloating over my victory, I was thinkingabout how dumb Todie was to take a whipping when he didn’t haveto. All of a sudden my body recuperated and the oxygen rushed tomy brain causing me to think again. What am I going to do now? Ican’t go home ’cause she is going to kill me. Here I was outsideon Thanksgiving Day with no where to go because I was never goinghome again.It was getting dark and I was walking around just out ofrange of the house trying to think of something to do, whenGrandpap appeared. He uttered those famous words that I wanted tohear “You can go home Georgie, your mother is not going to beat you”.Naw, that wasn’t a silent chuckle I heard in his voice. I can trust Grandpap’s words.Silly me, I believed him. I found out what a sore loser my motherwas and never raced her again.