Shucks, my baby brother usta ride tornados just fer fun back when he was lessen a year old. I never did, 'cause I'd wrassle 'em.

And goin' ta school I usta walk 15 miles each way, in snow up to my cowlick, UPHILL both ways! We didn't have any money, so's my brothers and my sister an' me only had one pair of boots, I'd wear 'em on Monday, and Tony'd wear 'em on Tuesday, only with the feet reversed so's they'd wear even, an' Ted on Thursday, and Martha on Friday with the feet reversed agin. On Wednesday we'd let a poor family use 'em. This wasn't so bad, but Mom always got us the cheapest boots, so's one year I remember we had one patched up hip boot in size 17 AAA and the other was one of them "rubbers" in 4E. That was the year Ted lost the hip boot in a snow drift, along with his left leg; he'd stepped into the drift by mistake (it was 47 feet 3.4945 inches deep at the shallow part) and the temperature was so cold inside the drift that everything just froze solid to the snow. He didn't notice that most of his left leg was missing until we got home, mostly because his right leg hadn't yet caught up to the growing he'd done on his left side and he just figgered that he'd finally evened out. I had to go back and retrieve the boot and the leg, which I did, but that's another story for later, since I gotta go to Boise in a couple hours and I gotta start the anti-boredom pills.