The afternoon edition.....
Posted by Zoe's Dad at Monday, January 28, 2008 11:45 PM and is filed under UFOs,NEWSPAPERS,Fond Memories of Youth,Frisbee Golf 
I grew up in Louisiana. Yeah, it used to get really cold in the winter time. This one time, I recall it got so cold that our grass turned brown for two whole months. Some of the leaves even fell from our trees. I had to rake them. Almost filled an entire bag. That was one long winter. One morning, it was so cold that I actually had to put on shoes to go outside and get the morning paper for my mom. OK. You got me. We had an afternoon paper in our little town. Only years later as the town began to grow did the paper change its distribution time to morning.
I kind of liked the afternoon route. I remember once there was an extraordinary picture of a UFO on the front page of the paper. Being that it was an afternoon paper and our parents were still slaving away at the old salt mill, as were every other kids parents in the neighborhood, and we had never seen proof positive in our local paper or anywhere else for that matter, of the existence of intelligent life beyond our planet we decided that it would be a great idea if we collected as many extraordinary UFO pictures as possible as this was indeed an exhilarating news event. Off we dashed on our quest to obtain said extraordinary UFO pictures they of course being on the front page of every one of our neighbors (soon to be our) afternoon newspapers. Having collected nearly 20 afternoon editions of said paper with the extraordinary photos of a real live UFO we convened at the clubhouse to examine more closely our booty. Our triumphant shouts of glee abated quickly when we read the caption underneath the extraordinary photo of the UFO, the caption having previously been hidden by the fold in the paper. New Frisbee Golf Course to Open Saturday. Of course, by now darkness was upon us and dinner would be ready soon. We had no time to return the extraordinary UFO/Frisbee afternoon edition to our neighbors and the decision was made to keep quiet and keep the borrowed papers in the clubhouse. I arrived home to find my mother on the phone with the local paper distribution office complaining that she had not received her daily paper. I never said a word.
About 8:30pm our afternoon edition with the extraordinary story about the UFO/Frisbee Golf Course arrived, hand delivered by a very disheveled and apologetic newspaper delivery guy. "I just don't get it," he kept repeating to my mother. "Every paper in your neighborhood was missing today. I delivered them this afternoon. I just don't know what happened." He glanced at me. I shrugged, looking innocent.
"Oh, look," my mother later said as she was finally reading her afternoon paper. "They are opening a Frisbee golf course this Saturday. How nice. Hmm. This picture kind of looks like a UFO. What do you think?"
I never said a word.
I kind of liked the afternoon route. I remember once there was an extraordinary picture of a UFO on the front page of the paper. Being that it was an afternoon paper and our parents were still slaving away at the old salt mill, as were every other kids parents in the neighborhood, and we had never seen proof positive in our local paper or anywhere else for that matter, of the existence of intelligent life beyond our planet we decided that it would be a great idea if we collected as many extraordinary UFO pictures as possible as this was indeed an exhilarating news event. Off we dashed on our quest to obtain said extraordinary UFO pictures they of course being on the front page of every one of our neighbors (soon to be our) afternoon newspapers. Having collected nearly 20 afternoon editions of said paper with the extraordinary photos of a real live UFO we convened at the clubhouse to examine more closely our booty. Our triumphant shouts of glee abated quickly when we read the caption underneath the extraordinary photo of the UFO, the caption having previously been hidden by the fold in the paper. New Frisbee Golf Course to Open Saturday. Of course, by now darkness was upon us and dinner would be ready soon. We had no time to return the extraordinary UFO/Frisbee afternoon edition to our neighbors and the decision was made to keep quiet and keep the borrowed papers in the clubhouse. I arrived home to find my mother on the phone with the local paper distribution office complaining that she had not received her daily paper. I never said a word.
About 8:30pm our afternoon edition with the extraordinary story about the UFO/Frisbee Golf Course arrived, hand delivered by a very disheveled and apologetic newspaper delivery guy. "I just don't get it," he kept repeating to my mother. "Every paper in your neighborhood was missing today. I delivered them this afternoon. I just don't know what happened." He glanced at me. I shrugged, looking innocent.
"Oh, look," my mother later said as she was finally reading her afternoon paper. "They are opening a Frisbee golf course this Saturday. How nice. Hmm. This picture kind of looks like a UFO. What do you think?"
I never said a word.
So, how did you end up getting rid of all the evidence?
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It's a miracle I've never seen the inside of juvi. One of us had the brilliant idea that we should clip out all of the pictures and sell them as authentic UFO photos. Thank God no one could produce a pair of scissors! So we did what every self respecting young boy would do----we built a fire.
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Oh, that's funny!
And you mean you actually had to put on shoes to go outside because it was so cold? Yikes, I don't think I could handle that kind of harsh climate...
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Times were hard.
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Your winters sound even harsher then mine growing up in Tucson.
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My thickest winter coat was a Member's Only jacket.
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