Polyethylene Packaging - a Dark Times Journal entry
I was in the fourth grade when our family moved from El Paso, Texas to Albuquerque, New Mexico. We moved because I could not breathe the air there. I want to say they cracked petroleum there. But what did I know beyond the sky was sometimes yellow and I could not breathe. Mom was pregnant with Debbie, and Gary and I rode in the backseat separated by a round tank full of Dad's tropical fish. Dad had a job with Sealright, Inc which made paper milk cartons. Sealright was a polyethylene packing subsidiary of Phillips 66. The petroleum company. I was rather proud of myself for learning to say that, and to not laugh when adults would stare at me not knowing what to ask about that. Albuquerque smelled better. Then. Before all the freeways were built and the shape of the valley trapped the exhaust down near the ground in the winter months. We lived in the foothills. I could breathe. I learned that if I could see the air I could not. Still it was better than El Paso though I missed our trip...
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ReplyDeleteDouble booking - inexcusable.
Throwing out vital stuff before checking - equally inexcusable.
Thank God for your sixth sense.
Also I cannot watch the clip until I get home.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely hilarious! I had a good laugh! Can I use it elsewhere sometime????
ReplyDeleteHow long can you tread water??? Brilliant!
This has always been one of my absolute favorite routines. I also enjoy his "cake for breakfast" bit. Just goes to show you that you can be funny without using foul language.
ReplyDelete"Right!"