The Tug's Out of the Bag!
As I mentioned in THIS post, my nickname, Tug, was bestowed on me courtesy of my older cousin Danny. I often wondered if he would ever catch wind of my little blog, and well, thanks to a mutual friend of ours, the Tug's out of the bag!
I was actually pleased to receive an email from Danny this morning. I haven't talked to him in years. The last time I saw him was 5-years ago at my sister, Pam's, funeral. I have often thought about calling him up just to see how he is doing, but like most good intentions, I never followed through with it.
Danny mentioned that he felt bad after reading some of my posts. He wanted to apologize for some of his actions. I hated that it bothered him so much. I have never held any ill-will toward him over anything from our childhood. I like to inject a little humour into my posts, and I guess it comes at his expense. Danny was just being an all-American boy. He didn't treat me any different than I treated my little brother, or anybody else treats their cousins or siblings. I credit him for my toughness, and count those bumps, scrapes, and bruises as character notches in my belt of life.
I could probably fill up an entire notebook full of all of the things I learned from Danny. He introduced me to many new things in my life, for example: the joys of collecting Iron Ore, the pleasures of tasting ripe mulberries from the tree, the difference between Blackberries and Boysenberries, the proper way to fix a hamburger, how to ride a wheelie, how to spit properly, how to play a game of H.O.R.S.E., how to make a baseball go where you want by standing a certain way, numerous wrestling holds, how to ride a mini-bike, how to swing on a vine across the creek...gosh, I never realized just exactly how much I learned from him.

Oh, and as for our mutual friend, W.C.W., you can expect a post about you coming up in the near future! ;)
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