tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post8984796070438507686..comments2024-03-21T18:54:06.548-07:00Comments on Old Enough to Know Better: Gorilla My DreamsSteve Perryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079658447270792228noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-39428588050882074162008-04-22T08:14:00.000-07:002008-04-22T08:14:00.000-07:00Former coworker lived at an apple orchard foster h...Former coworker lived at an apple orchard foster home. They had a chimp that roamed the place as well. Pulled a couch full of 3 adults to the kitchen to demand food.<BR/>It's favorite pasttime was hiding in the apple trees and reaching down on the unsuspecting man of the house (and a large one at that) and picking him up off the ground by his hair with one grip.<BR/><BR/>He said as a lower member of the pecking order, being a foster kid, he was scared to death of the thing.steve-vhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03889100992443991077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-4982571387813339542008-04-21T00:50:00.000-07:002008-04-21T00:50:00.000-07:00I can vouch for the "mom grapevine" part of this s...I can vouch for the "mom grapevine" part of this story from my own experience. I grew up in a small (1100 people) town in southern Virginia. Early on I got used to the idea that total strangers--to me--would routinely talk to me on the street, asking about my family and clearly well aware of who I was, who my family were, and generally what we were about.<BR/><BR/>And I could be anywhere in or around town (or in the woods around town) and if I did anything untoward, my mother would know about it before I got home. It was spooky.Mark Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01994430001543710190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-8754837712440938892008-04-20T17:16:00.000-07:002008-04-20T17:16:00.000-07:00Every tale true to the core. I couldn't make stuff...Every tale true to the core. I couldn't make stuff like that up -- it would never occur to me ...Steve Perryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12079658447270792228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-48970194488204929202008-04-20T14:13:00.000-07:002008-04-20T14:13:00.000-07:00"A woman just called me and said you were in her b..."A woman just called me and said you were in her back yard, scaring her monkey."<BR/><BR/>*chuckle*<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I wonder just how many of these childhood tales of yours are real.<BR/><BR/>The rest of the time, I feel like Hugh Grant in "Four Weddings and a Funeral", wondering what the hell I was doing with my time. I don't remember anything from my childhood as amazing as these snippets from yours ... and certainly no monkeys.<BR/><BR/>Great story, though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com