FACT or FICTION: Chapter 7
How exaggerated was your bike?
It was quite comical now that I look back on it. Particularly back then when you think about those Brady Bunch purple banana seat bikes with a basket and safety flag waving in the back. The shocks on tha back of this thing were so big it almost seemed like a cartoon. Soon those types of bikes would be common place but mine lacked any sleek design attractiveness. It was banana yellow and bold from it's handlebars to it's bloated tires.
Was Laddie the ultimate protector?
Get the truth from Laddie's girl master, Ellen in the Master & Mutts section
Barking at rocks.. really?
Really! For most of his life that damn dog forund a rock he barked and barked and barked until you dragged him inside. If you attempted to throw the rock in the brush he'd go find it, return to it's original spot and continue barking. i use to have to throw them of the garage roof with my hands all slimmed from dog saliva and dirt.
What happened at the Bicentennial celebration?
I'm remember having a great time at all the activities and fireworks. As for the dogs, I could only guess. The story of General tracking him like a hitman is all fiction. Dallas was probably running around the village causing some commotion or he possibly was stuck in the house.
Authors Notes:
This was the first we read of Beaner's fireworks. My good friend Scott was nick-named Beaner because as a pitcher he had a propencity for hitting batters. Though, this was a highschool nick-name and not one dubbed him in his childhood. He was, however, a childhood pyromaniac and kept an arsenal of fireworks well stocked in his bedroom.
