Favorite concert/concert memory

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50. Jim is my cousin. My favorite story, Jim's father was roughly 6'2" with labor's muscle.

He had an almost homely but rugged look. He resembled Richard Boone. And he had a way of looking at you when he was pissed - we called it the stink eye. When we were younger, it was a good idea to avoid the stink-eye

Jim's friend was Tom. Tom was half-back for the football team and also muscular.

So one day, Jim makes brownies and shares them with Tom.

Around 5:30, Jim's father comes home to find Tom flat out, face down, on the living room floor, his nails were digging into the rug.

"What the hell are you supposed to be doing?"

Tom: "I'm trying to keep from floating away."

"Oh." and he just walks away. There was no way he could assimilate that scene and that information.

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Years later, Jim's father passed away. Our uncle was a career officer in the army. Around '72, he came back from a tour in Vietnam. He walked into the back yard and was welcomed by my aunt.

The Colonel: "Mae, what's those plants that you have growing on the side of the house?" As he points to the plants.

Aunt Mae: "Those are Jimmy's Himalayan Ferns that he planted. He says not to touch them, they're delicate."

Colonel: "Himalayan Ferns, eh?" As he walked inside to enjoy a cup of coffee and home made pie.