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Date Posted: 23:36:38 07/20/06 Thu
Author: transiit
Subject: Re: No, dude.
In reply to: Cat 's message, "No, dude." on 09:01:35 07/20/06 Thu

Oh, I can top this with a real life story of human drama.

But first, a little background. In 1986, my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Being the hard-ass that she was, she was determined to go activist about it. But the local chapter of the MS society was willing to have her as a member, but they had no interest in taking on additional leaders (of course, at the time, few of their existing leadership actually had MS, but that's a rant for some other occassion.)

So she discovered that there was another MS-type support group in the area, the MS Social Society of Town-I-grew-up-in. They caved. Within weeks, she was in charge.

Which meant two things: she'd drag me and my brother to all of their meetings (and as horrible as this sounds, whenever I'm reading and stumble upon the cliche "the smell of death", I get an olfactory reminder of those meetings. And the finger sandwiches and snacks afterwards.), but she'd also try to figure out how to angle into spreading the cause wherever she could. (Yet another tangent. I'll refrain.)

But bringing this back to the point, she managed to get some dive bar in town-I-grew-up-in to have a benefit one sunday afternoon. Granted, my mother thought it was the bee's knees, but you have to consider the clientele of ye-olde-dive-bar on a sunday afternoon. We're talking a cover band that specialized in INXS songs and a bunch of drunks.

To bring this back on topic, for some reason she managed to drag me along (with the family camcorder, as I was the only one who knew how to operate it.)

So picture a 12-year-old Transiit, wishing he were somewhere else, recording a crappy cover band with a sparse crowd of alkies, and _every_stinkin'_person_in_the_place_giving_me_the_evil_eye_because_who_let_the_kid_in_anyhow?_

I've got all sorts of fun stories to tell from my youth.

-transiit

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