We recently acquired a slide from a kind neighbor. Now, the story begins…in Bubby’s own version, of course.






I gaze out over this vast yard and feel a warmth entering my soul. But one cannot maintain these altitudes for long periods…now I must make my descent.


And it’s getting a little harder to breath. I heard oxygen is sparse at such lofty elevations.

Uh-oh. Speaking of britches…I think I just wet my pants a little.

Now, where’d Dad park that lawn-mower?
I think it’s high time I had a turn drivin’ that thing.
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