I MISS YOU, DAD
My father, John Whitney Slaughter (1940-1996), with HIS father, Danely Philip Slaughter (1911-1970), c. 1941
My father, John Whitney Slaughter (1940-1996), with HIS father, Danely Philip Slaughter (1911-1970), c. 1941
There’s a classic board game in America called Trouble. It’s a fairly ordinary advance-around-the-board-first-one-to-reach-End-wins game. The thing that makes it so cool is the Pop-o-Matic dice roller in the center. It’s a little plastic dome enclosing 2 dice, and when you press down on the dome, it somehow “pops” the dice, automatically rolling them for you (and keeping them from ever being swiped to use in another game whose dice have gone missing, thus causing them to go missing, too). This post kind of reminded me of it. pop! Back before I dislocated my jaw I used to be able...
I was a luna moth once for Halloween. It was the best costume EVER. You couldn’t beat it if you tried. My mom made our costumes when we were small…once, little red riding hood; another time: full-size black bat wings, and then…the luna moth. The weird thing is that I don’t remember wearing it, and I don’t remember the reactions of anyone that saw it. I don’t think a photo of it even exists. It just glows like this shining light of COOLNESS about my childhood. It was complete with pale green net wings on a frame, with the “eyes”...