So I’m sittin’ there watching Trisha the newsgirl with the great set of headlights when, “BOOM”! I bolt out the back door and standing there looking both nervous and happier than an alley cat caught with a rat in its mouth, is Leonard staring up at white streak in the sky.
“Boy, what the….”
“Hey, Pop. Remember last week when you came out here and asked me who I was bickerin’ with and I told you I was talking to myself- that’s how I process. I was frustrated because I having trajectory problems. And you said, "Son, shoot, don’t take a genius to figure that out." You were right. I’ve been out here working at it and sure enough turned out it was a minor glitch in the fuel line. These fine hands, Pop, worked it out. Tonight, my rocket lit up the sky!”
“Alright Boy genius, great, wash up and get in here for dinner.”
Every week, Thom gives up three words for 3WW. This week we had to use: bicker, nervous, trajectory. In spirit of my current discussion with Doret about Dr. Truelove I came up with this. To read other contributions, go here.