double trouble
12-24-2007, 10:01 AM
It was about 1969 and i was about 12 years old. Don Demonthaller and i lived a few doors from each other but his house was across the street. we lived in hunnington woods about 1 block off the golf course. On many occasions we used to pull pranks and pull toilet paper across the street when a car would come near so they would screech to a halt , light the famous bag of poop on fire on the neighbors porch on devils night, or wax the locals car windows , for fun. we had many snowball fights and got chased for lobbing a few snowballs onto car roofs a couple times.
this particular weekend , we had thoughts of throwing a few good snowballs onto the windshields of unknown passing motorists who were traveling along Scotia road adjacent to rackham golf course. I was set up as the advance man ,scouting the cars for large occupants who could chase us and police cruisers. I would make a raised hand signal if it was safe to chuck the projectile at the next vehicle. the speed limit was only 25 so it was an easy target for the 2 of us aspiring Detroit tigers pitching prospects.
I waited in the bushes until i saw the next appropriate victim and gave Don the signal to nail her. Don made a perfect throw and then came running our way, ,but something was wrong and he was as mad as a disturbed hornet.It seems that good old Don was a good Christian boy and the nun that we had just ambushed was not on his "safe" list. We got into a little fight and the ensuing snowball was that ended our friendship for quite some time. Not only did Don think he was going to hell ,but I put a good solid fastball right into his ear. I don't think our friendship was ever quite the same. It did cure me from throwing snowballs at cars and I never did it again.
this particular weekend , we had thoughts of throwing a few good snowballs onto the windshields of unknown passing motorists who were traveling along Scotia road adjacent to rackham golf course. I was set up as the advance man ,scouting the cars for large occupants who could chase us and police cruisers. I would make a raised hand signal if it was safe to chuck the projectile at the next vehicle. the speed limit was only 25 so it was an easy target for the 2 of us aspiring Detroit tigers pitching prospects.
I waited in the bushes until i saw the next appropriate victim and gave Don the signal to nail her. Don made a perfect throw and then came running our way, ,but something was wrong and he was as mad as a disturbed hornet.It seems that good old Don was a good Christian boy and the nun that we had just ambushed was not on his "safe" list. We got into a little fight and the ensuing snowball was that ended our friendship for quite some time. Not only did Don think he was going to hell ,but I put a good solid fastball right into his ear. I don't think our friendship was ever quite the same. It did cure me from throwing snowballs at cars and I never did it again.