My sister, who was staying with my parents while preparing for her move to Houston…was also apparently keeping my parents ‘in check’.   They were normal every day grandparents.   My mom grilled out, kept the house up while my dad cut the acreage and tinkered around the property.

Well.

My sister moved to Houston last Tuesday and apparently all hell broke loose.  My mother, all giddy, calls me the  following Saturday informing me of the fun she and my dad are having at Dragway 42 with their 64′ Chevy.   Apparently, now they are all like wild and crazy because my dad was
r a c i n g   his car.  Twice. Well, twice that I know of, that is.DRAGWAY42START2DRAGWAY42START

I tried to call my dad but oddly all I got was his voicemail!  Hmmmmmm.   Scanning calls now are we?   You see, I recalled a conversation my dad had with me…years ago…on the side of the road.  That conversation (which was initiated by a police man who called my dad and asked him to come ‘to the scene’)…..that conversation was about the ills of drag racing.   How things can turn bad in seconds….etc etc.   I was then “released” to my dad.

So…back to the present.  I called my mom this morning.   She said the last time she’d been at Dragway 42 was nearly 50 years ago.   People dressed different.  This time around there was many with tattoos and ‘those pants that droop below the butt’.  And one of the classic car racers spun out and hit the guard rail!   See!  Do we need to go over the ills of drag racing?  This time of course in a reversed role?

Next thing you know they’ll be smoking pot in the barn or ringing someone’s doorbell and running.  (although my mom had knee replacements so she wouldn’t get far).  Then the local police will be calling ME to come down and bail their asses out of trouble.  Ughhhh.   Krazy Kids!

“Hello, is the the daughter of John and Jeannette?….This is officer so-in-so and your parents have been detained again.  This time for streaking in public with a group of other oldsters.  We caught them because your mom has bad knees and your dad stopped to check out a Craftsman display in a Sears window.  Now Sheila, you need to have a talk with them.  Every year it evolves into something worse.  It all started when your sister moved to Houston and your dad took up drag racing.”

Mom?  Dad?  I better not see you on Old People Gone Wild!     And I mean it mister!