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Originally Posted by Red October1984
I for some reason, still feel bad about that last insult that i deleted.
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Please don't. You were no more wrong than I was. I got angry and did that on purpose.
My mother was no saint, not by a long shot, but she gave me my sense of humor (well, my dad had a hand as well). She made me the butt of one of the funniest insults ever, and I thank her for it to this day.
I've told the story before, but here it is again.
It was the summer of 1968. I was staying with my mom and her third husband. He gave me permission to put up dozens of posters on my bedroom wall. I had pictures of planes and cars, and rock stars. One of them was a full-face portrait of Jimi Hendrix. My mom had recently joined the local Eagles lodge, and two old biddy hens decided to snoop around and see if mom's house was clean enough for them. When they got to my room they looked around disapprovingly at all the pictures. One of them saw Jimi. Her jaw dropped and she said "Who? Is? THAT???" (you have to remember that the '60s were still quite racist, especially in places like Utah)
I was about to explain all about Jimi Hendrix, Rock God exraordinaire (especially to an 18-year-old budding guitar player), but I barely had my mouth open when mom said "Oh, that's Steve's half brother. We don't talk about him in our side of the family."
They gasped and were out the door so fast it made my head spin. I still laugh about it 44 years later.