Whatever floats your boat...
So my sister and I found my brother Charlie's biological mom and I've been telling "Tales of Charlie" again. For those of you who don't know, I had a beloved brother named Charlie and he was quite a character. I wanted to share this tale with you. It is a true tale. I call this one
I was about 10 years old and Charlie was 12 or 13 when I came home from school on a day that a police officer had visited our class and burned a pellet to imbue us with the knowledge of the aroma of cannabis so that we could detect it and report it as was our flag-waving duty.I came in upstairs and the house seemed empty. As I'm walking down the basement steps in search of my brother, I suddenly smell something funny and familiar. I bolt through the basement and throw open the door to the garage and there sitting on the floor like a couple of cross-legged deer in the headlights are my brother Charlie and his friend Jeff Johnson. They had my sisters nail polish remover and were soaking cotton balls with it trying to cover up the smell of the weed. At first I struggled and weighed my love and loyalty to my brother against my duty to country,.. and then I realized I had him dead to rights and I wondered at the interesting nature of the situation. I hated math. A lot. I was okay in science but I found the math part of it tedious. Charlie was brilliant in math and science as well as being a mechanical genius .
Charlie looked at me with the pleading eyes of the puppy that piddled on the carpet, and before I got it out of my mouth he blurted,
" PLEASE don't tell. I'll do your math and science homework for 2 months..."
HA, I was gonna' ask for 2 weeks. I got As on all my math and science homework for 2 months then dropped back to B minuses.