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        <title>RUSTY FACTS -  - rusty&apos;s Blog - Victoria Advocate</title>
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        <description>Let&#039;s see if my keyboard can give you ten goodies for the week.

#1. I had chickenpox twice.

#2. I had a little three wheel red scooter with white wheels having black rubber tires. One day when about four years old I wanted my dad to bring me an ice cream cone. Instead, he blew it, brought Eskimo Pies. 

I hopped on my little scooter and one footed it to town. My journey lasted half a block to the side road, two blocks to Peniel street, and someone recognized me crossing the interurban (streetcar) tracks right before crossing U.S. highway 66. Yes, this is one time &quot;I got my kicks (or butt paddlin&#039;) on highway 66&quot; as the song goes.

It was nearly dark when mom sent my brother to call me in for supper. He  followed my tracks down the dirt street. When he turned the corner of our street and saw all those cars he just new that someone had run over little Abie. Never got my ice cream cone, but something much warmer.

#3. Was five years old when I took a notion to walk to my grandma&#039;s four or five miles away. Took  a couple baseball gloves, a ball, a bat and a few changes of clothes in a brown paper grocery sack (bag if you prefer). Walked across/along the busiest streets in that part of town. My mom was on the phone from before I crawled out my bedroom window until grandma told her, &quot;I have to go, some little kid is beating on the front door.&quot; 

The sack tore enroute so my aunt drove me back along my route looking for a new green/brown/white striped long sleeved tee shirt (the dogs had played tug of war with it). I got to stay 2 or 3 days.

4. Lost my spleen on February 22, 1952. Should&#039;ve quit chasing girls when I was eight. And, she wasn&#039;t even home.

5. We used to seine crawdads for fish bait. We moved to cajun country before we learned to eat them

6. Rode many a mile on bicycles to go hunting and/or fishing. 

7. Drove a non-emergency ambulance while going to school. Had some interesting times, especially about hauling bodies and trying to get scared folks to help me in the morgue.

8. Have only been off-shore fishing about 4 or 5 times. We trolled in about 8 foot swells for what seemed like a week one day.

9. The closest we were to flounder gigging was the night we got stuck in  beach sand and didn&#039;t get out until daylight.

10. Ate a mango that wasn&#039;t quite ripe and had to take a poison ivy shot for the swelling. Mangos and poison ivy are in the same family (rhus).




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        <itunes:summary>Let&#039;s see if my keyboard can give you ten goodies for the week.

#1. I had chickenpox twice.

#2. I had a little three wheel red scooter with white wheels having black rubber tires. One day when about four years old I wanted my dad to bring me an ice cream cone. Instead, he blew it, brought Eskimo Pies. 

I hopped on my little scooter and one footed it to town. My journey lasted half a block to the side road, two blocks to Peniel street, and someone recognized me crossing the interurban (streetcar) tracks right before crossing U.S. highway 66. Yes, this is one time &quot;I got my kicks (or butt paddlin&#039;) on highway 66&quot; as the song goes.

It was nearly dark when mom sent my brother to call me in for supper. He  followed my tracks down the dirt street. When he turned the corner of our street and saw all those cars he just new that someone had run over little Abie. Never got my ice cream cone, but something much warmer.

#3. Was five years old when I took a notion to walk to my grandma&#039;s four or five miles away. Took  a couple baseball gloves, a ball, a bat and a few changes of clothes in a brown paper grocery sack (bag if you prefer). Walked across/along the busiest streets in that part of town. My mom was on the phone from before I crawled out my bedroom window until grandma told her, &quot;I have to go, some little kid is beating on the front door.&quot; 

The sack tore enroute so my aunt drove me back along my route looking for a new green/brown/white striped long sleeved tee shirt (the dogs had played tug of war with it). I got to stay 2 or 3 days.

4. Lost my spleen on February 22, 1952. Should&#039;ve quit chasing girls when I was eight. And, she wasn&#039;t even home.

5. We used to seine crawdads for fish bait. We moved to cajun country before we learned to eat them

6. Rode many a mile on bicycles to go hunting and/or fishing. 

7. Drove a non-emergency ambulance while going to school. Had some interesting times, especially about hauling bodies and trying to get scared folks to help me in the morgue.

8. Have only been off-shore fishing about 4 or 5 times. We trolled in about 8 foot swells for what seemed like a week one day.

9. The closest we were to flounder gigging was the night we got stuck in  beach sand and didn&#039;t get out until daylight.

10. Ate a mango that wasn&#039;t quite ripe and had to take a poison ivy shot for the swelling. Mangos and poison ivy are in the same family (rhus).




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