When I was growing up, I slept in a twin bed. This is the same bed I talked about in a previous post where I talk about not being a sleepwalker. This bed had 4 slats under the boxed springs. One of these slats didn’t fit that well and would occasionally fall out when I was moving in the bed. The boxed springs didn’t shift. The provided no real purpose other than to make a very loud noise when it hit the tile floor in my room.
I am not a sleepwalker. I have never been one to get up in the middle of the night while I was not awake. The closest I ever came to sleepwalking was one evening when I was still in elementary school. I woke up and found myself sitting up in the bed. I wasn’t dreaming about getting up or sitting up. I don’t remember that I was dreaming about anything at all. I briefly considered what was going on and decided to aggressively fall back onto my pillow.
Growing up in rural West Tennessee, I wasn’t exposed to very much polka music. For years my only real exposure to polka was the occasional Myron Floren song on the Lawrence Welk Show. My next exposure to polka that had any impact on me was when a Camelot Music store opened at our local mall. This store had a wider variety of albums than the JC Penny and Sears stores in the mall. They even had an international section that included a few polka albums. I never listened to them, but I could tell from their album artwork, the accordion figured into polka music. “Weird Al” Yankovic was probably my next exposure with his occasional polka versions of rock songs but I don’t think that should really count. The Shmenge Brothers skits on the SCTV television show was probably the most authentic exposure to real polka although I didn’t really appreciate it. It wasn’t until I saw the Big Joe Polka Show that I got a real idea of what polka was about.
I drove a Chevy S-10 pickup truck for years. This truck had a standard transmission. When my kids were young, it was a rare occasion that any of them would ride in the truck with me, especially by the time we had more than one kid. The problem was fitting more than one car seat in the small cab of this truck. On the rare occasion when I would put two car seats in the truck, there was barely enough room for me to sit. And when I did get in the truck, it was difficult to reach the stick to shift gears. It was just easier to use my wife’s vehicle when I needed to go anywhere with the kids.
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