Winterchild, had you any relatives in NW IA?

I had a quasi-friend named Shawn Currans, in Spirit Lake. He was little and the big kids used to slap hell out of him because he was a smart mouth, and he threw snowballs at their cars.

He dug up a pair of panty hose, which he stuffed one leg inside the other, inserted a golf ball, and tied the whole mess shut just over the ball and again at the top. He started to sneak up on kids and whack them senseless with this "sock-socker" (gospel truth-that's what he called it!) He would then turn tail while they were stunned and run to beat hell. One time I was coming out of the library and saw him winding up his toy behind one of the Elditsons(which one? Too many that looked alike to tell-all of them were mean, but would leave you alone for a month or so if you did them a good turn)I was about to yell, and Shawn let fly, only he had screwed his OWN aim up! This thing wrapped around his upraised arm and in due course thumped him a hell of a good one to the side of his face and laid him cold.
Elditson and I called his dad, thinking he would get into some big trouble, and his dad said "If the kid's so damn stupid he took that thing on Hill Avenue (the main drag) he can just lay there." He laid there for a good 20 minutes untill the lady in the theater came out and told him to keep on walking. Last time we saw the "sock-socker"...


FWIW
CHAZ