I am one of five children. A child of the ‘70s where we were often told to “go play outside!” and knew that meant “don’t come back ‘till dinner.” My father was a pilot for United and was often gone for days at a time which meant my mom ruled the roost (well, she ruled it when he was in town as well)! If she told us to do something, we did it, and usually right away! She didn’t care to hear our opinions on the matter.
One day, when my dad was out of town, my mom
Days later, when my dad was back in town and it was trash day, he went outside to put the cans on the curb. I don’t know what transpired outside but he came back in and said to my mom: “What the hell is in that garbage bag? I can’t even lift it!’