Heathen, Heathen, Get Away From That.........

Uncle D. hadda outta town project this past weekend. Yeah, hadda go to Astoria.
Not New York wiseguy, Astoria, Oregon, out here in the northwest, not the northeast.
Sheesh, try to keep up, alright.
Anyways, my son-in-law Bryon Shitzal went with me, and helped alot. See, Bryon,
sometimes referred to as Braindead,goes back a long ways with mi famiglia, and he
was trained in whatever he does now by me, Uncle D..He's a good guy and practically
grew up in my work van, where he learned that whatever happens in the van, stays in
the van, you know what I mean? Anyways, he got the privilege to wed my secondi girl,
K.. In a sense they kinda grew up together, on account of we knew his famiglia pretty
well, and we attended the same church. I know itsa small world, and the older I get
(read; the younger I get), the world seems to get smaller and smaller. Now, I say
that, to say this, that Bryons sister, Mrs. Armstrong just happens to be married to
my crazy, not so young friend anymore, Zak Lohrts Armstrong, aka,Don Sparky.
The stories, I could tell, fuggetaboudit! Itsa small world after all, right?
Good people!
So on the way to Astoria, we thought we'd stop and put the food bags on and grab
some lunch. Since we both agreed we hadn't had food poisoning for a while, we chose
Dairy Queen. Luckily, we survived. On the way out I heard some mom screaming to her
son,"HEATHEN, HEATHEN, GET AWAY FROM THAT DOOR!" I thot, that's a strange name for
a little boy, though he was acting a bit like Satan. To my surprise, she was actually
screaming,"ETHAN, ETHAN, GET AWAY FROM THAT DOOR. Which proves that you can"t
always trust what you hear....especially at Dairy Queen!
I think that food affected my hearing!

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Don