"Is Timmy home?", I said, standing on my tiptoes to try and catch a glimpse over his massive left shoulder. In my memory he answered something like, "Who's askin?", though I doubt that ever really happened. Chances are good that he said yes and that Timmy soon came out on the front porch. The big kid was perhaps his cousin, though the details of the relationship have been lost in time.
To make a long story a bit shorter, suffice it to say that Timmy and his giant crony challenged me and my younger brother to a snowball fight. Even in the ignorance I my youth, I knew that Scott and I had several things working against us.
- We were unfamiliar with the local terrain
- We hardly knew how to make a snowball, much less throw one with any accuracy
- My only wing man in this endeavor was 7
To be continued...