Oh man, this reminds me of my Phillipino neighbors when we lived in Portland, Oregon.
When the single 50-something mother, Dolly, and her 20-year old son, Charles, spent 2 weeks in the Phillipines, they asked if I would mow their lawn. I did. When they came back, she brought over a bamboo mail holder and said she brought it "all the way back from the Phillipines." Wow, I said, and turned it around to admire it. Written on the back was "To Uncle Nick, love Charles. 1991." Dolly saw it too and panicked. She grabbed it from my hands and ran back to her house, never to mention it again.
Story 2: Dolly bought her son a stick shift car. Charles didn't know how to drive it, so laid in wait for me to get home. I had never done more than wave hello to him, but he asked me if I could teach him to drive a stick shift. I did. The next week I saw the car totaled in the driveway.
Story 3: One late night, we heard a frantic banging on our door. I answered it and Dolly started pulling my hand towards her house. I asked what was wrong, and she just shouted, "Come! Come!" I stepped foot for the first time into their knick-knack filled, hot house, and saw her older brother, who was recovering from a surgery at Dolly's house, spread out on the floor. He had fallen out of his chair and Dolly couldn't lift him. I lifted him up from under his arms and put him back in the chair - but not before he bandage and sweat rubbed against my arms. Ick.
Friday, September 12, 2008
One of my favorite bloggers, Dan at PlanetDan.net, posted a funny story about being asked to tie a neighbor's tie the other day. I commented on it with some stories of my Portland, Oregon neighbors and it seems to have tickled some people, so I thought I'd post my comments here.
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