The Forest, The Yetti, and the Chickens who have lost their legs... − 14 September, 2005
There is a place that they call the forest in our little circle. It's Cook Forest in Northern PA, and I still hold it as one of God's places on Earth that we haven't been able to tarnish at all with our progress.
I can only tell this now typing it and get it out coherently because you cannot hear me still laughing years later...
The date as in all others is close, but not for certain. I don't think it important enough other than maybe the day that I was born, and my sobriety date...
So we were all sitting there around the camp fire. My friend just came back, from the showers, and was as usual laughing. He it seems had fallen in the shower and slid up under one of the stalls in the bathroom. Thank goodness there wasn't another camper in the stall at the time.. We went through about 50 different variations of what he would say, then settled on one that reflected his name, and that french thing they use to clean up afterward.
Give me a minute here, I can't even type laughing....
So anyway, we were all there around the camp fire again, and another friend comes back with this board that has turkey feet nailed onto it. Seems that he had found them at a local flea market.
Well, they fit in perfectly with a part of our "Big Book" that says that drunks like us were like men who had lost their legs, you can't grow new ones. Heh, well that became chickens who had lost their legs, and we took off with it. Those feet are still passed on every year as an award to the person who did the most bone headed thing that trip. We go 2 times a year and it's wonderful.
As for the yetti, well that was the name of the guy who slid under the stall. Be grateful that you weren't in there when he did. Though being a yetti isn't what he looks like he was supposed to do. He's just a good human. And that's the best compliment that I can pay a person.
I can only tell this now typing it and get it out coherently because you cannot hear me still laughing years later...
The date as in all others is close, but not for certain. I don't think it important enough other than maybe the day that I was born, and my sobriety date...
So we were all sitting there around the camp fire. My friend just came back, from the showers, and was as usual laughing. He it seems had fallen in the shower and slid up under one of the stalls in the bathroom. Thank goodness there wasn't another camper in the stall at the time.. We went through about 50 different variations of what he would say, then settled on one that reflected his name, and that french thing they use to clean up afterward.
Give me a minute here, I can't even type laughing....
So anyway, we were all there around the camp fire again, and another friend comes back with this board that has turkey feet nailed onto it. Seems that he had found them at a local flea market.
Well, they fit in perfectly with a part of our "Big Book" that says that drunks like us were like men who had lost their legs, you can't grow new ones. Heh, well that became chickens who had lost their legs, and we took off with it. Those feet are still passed on every year as an award to the person who did the most bone headed thing that trip. We go 2 times a year and it's wonderful.
As for the yetti, well that was the name of the guy who slid under the stall. Be grateful that you weren't in there when he did. Though being a yetti isn't what he looks like he was supposed to do. He's just a good human. And that's the best compliment that I can pay a person.
Comments:
kga245 (January 7, 2007. 03:35am)
Another good story. Thanks for sharing the laughs.