As a kid I lived on many military bases. The streets are usually crescent shaped. It was unheard of to be friends with kids that lived on the OTHER side of the 'U'. You could hang out in school but, after hours, your side of the street was like your gang, especially in the summer.
I remember a particularly violent war we had with the 'bad side' of Petawawa Cres on CFB Shilo. We armed ourselves with garbage can lids and long sticks as we rode our bikes through their 'territory'. More often than not you ended up crashing your bike and taking a beating with rocks or fists because you couldn't work the shield/lance combination like you thought you could.
Once, after scouting a construction site after hours, we found a box of heavy ball bearings. It was like we just won the neighborhood arm's race. They were easier to throw and did more damage than ordinary rocks. So much damage that when you beaned a kid he more often than not went home and that reduced his gang's ranks.
Once when we thought we had sent enough of the other side home, we planned a victory bike ride through their territory. To stop us the remaining kids had the bright idea to lie down on the street, thinking we would stop and turn around. We didn't. We ran right over them and rode away with their screams echoing in our ears.
That incident got the parent's involved and soon the inter-crescent wars were over - except for the exaggerated stories we told or our exploits. Good Times.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.