As of late, I’ve been taken by this new fad, reading. It might be -eading, with a soft “r,” but apparently you sit down with a book and read the words on the pages for an extended period of time. It really is quite breathtaking. I have been reading “The Poisonwood Bible.” This is my second go around and I like it more this time than I did the last time I read it, which was junior year in high school. The past 4 days, I have read over 250 pages of it. That is crazy good for me. I don’t read often, or ever for that matter so this is quite an impressive accomplishment.
Whatever happened to pogs? You know what they are, don’t act like you were too good for them. They took over the world for a solid 5 months back in 95 or something. You played for fun, you played for keeps, you traded them with your friends, you even went to Hardee’s in order to get the “Apollo 13 Space Shuttle” pog holder in your happy meal. That was an excellent marketing ploy for Hardee’s or Carl or whoever owns that chain now because they only gave you one piece at a time so you had to go back like 4 times to have the whole shuttle. What were you gonna do with only 1/3 of the shuttle with no top… you couldn’t hold many pogs securely, that’s fo sho. They had some sweet pogs that you could collect with some even better slammers. Cool 8-Ball designs… whoever thought that you could make so many sweet cardboard pieces featuring a billiard ball. Then they had the never ending possibilities with the skeleton head, the skull and crossbones. Those were the good stuff. Slammers were a whole other story. You know you had the good shit when you carried around a 12 oz. piece of steel in your pocket to dominate your friends. Why in the world were these banned from schools, or at least my school. They never hurt anyone and they never meant any harm….skull and crossbones, where I’m from that means pirates looking for sunken treasure. Skull and crossbones never meant death or destruction. I just don’t know what this world is coming to. I do know that those were truly the good times, when you could walk safely to the Tasty Freeze to get custard for a nickel, when you could enjoy “Eureka’s Castle” without being weirded out by puppets that looked like the Devil if in fact he was a purple girl puppet, the days where you could sit down and have a good time behind the barracks at recess punishing your friends with your titanium slammer in order to get their 8-Ball Pog collection…. those were the days, oh those were the days.