FUN IN THE YARD
The summer of 1988 was hotter than hell! We had weeks where the daytime temperature did not go below 90 and it was in the 80s at night. It was so damnably hot outside that you could only sit in the back yard at about 1 AM and be halfway comfortable.
At that time I was literally cursed with neighbors. When I inherited the house I also inherited a family next door with 3 young daughters and a barking dog. How they managed to avoid raising chickens and goats as well eludes me. Anyway, the dog was becoming such a serious nuisance that I was talking to my lawyer about hauling them into court when one night I had my girlfriend over.
Like I said, it was very hot and even at 3 AM the temperature outside was about 85. So I had her staked out on the ground in her bathing suit, roped spread-eagled between four tent stakes, and I was sitting in my lawn chair sort of enjoying the situation, not realizing that next door one of the little girls had gotten up to get a drink of water and had looked out the kitchen window and seen us. I later learned that she asked her mother, “What is Mr. Charles doing?”
Well! A week later they were selling their house and moving and I was rid of the barking dog. All in all it was very satisfactory ending to a difficult situation.
The summer of 1988 was hotter than hell! We had weeks where the daytime temperature did not go below 90 and it was in the 80s at night. It was so damnably hot outside that you could only sit in the back yard at about 1 AM and be halfway comfortable.
At that time I was literally cursed with neighbors. When I inherited the house I also inherited a family next door with 3 young daughters and a barking dog. How they managed to avoid raising chickens and goats as well eludes me. Anyway, the dog was becoming such a serious nuisance that I was talking to my lawyer about hauling them into court when one night I had my girlfriend over.
Like I said, it was very hot and even at 3 AM the temperature outside was about 85. So I had her staked out on the ground in her bathing suit, roped spread-eagled between four tent stakes, and I was sitting in my lawn chair sort of enjoying the situation, not realizing that next door one of the little girls had gotten up to get a drink of water and had looked out the kitchen window and seen us. I later learned that she asked her mother, “What is Mr. Charles doing?”
Well! A week later they were selling their house and moving and I was rid of the barking dog. All in all it was very satisfactory ending to a difficult situation.