COUSINS: RUN, BUDDY, RUN!!
Perhaps you know someone to whom things seem to happen on a regular basis. Well… I’m one of them. My best bud, Frog, and I decided to go to a stock car race at the old Fairgrounds track at Strawberry Hill. Back when it was dirt. We didn’t have any money and figured we’d get there early and jump the fence on the backstretch like we always did. When we arrived, we changed our minds and decided to climb one of the trees. Frog went first then I climbed up and got one of my feet stuck in a ‘V’ limb. I yelled at Frog, and he said for me to swing my other leg. I was concentrating so much on swinging my other foot that I forgot I wasn’t holding on to the tree. The next thing I knew was BAM! I had fallen 30 to 40 feet in a nano-second. DAMN THAT HURT! Frog climbed down, checked me over, and we decided that tree climbing wasn’t for us. We went to the fence between the third and fourth turns and began climbing. Frog went first (again), hit the ground, and ran to the infield. I climbed ...