Flip Flops & Bolo Bats

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As a young boy, living in a small town, back in the 60's, when it rained cats and dogs it really did rain so hard you could not even see in front of your face. The times were simpler then so much so that on a scale from 1 to 100, 1 being very simple and 100 being too complicated to tolerate, I began my life at the no. 1 spot on the simplicity scale. Today, it's 2017 and I am living during a time that might very well put it at 88 on the simplicity scale or perhaps higher. Can you remember when you were a kid and you heard your mamma tell you she made pan cakes using a pan cake turner? or when you went looking for your flip flops so you could walk outside without getting your feet wet? There was a toy called the bolo bat, which was a paddle with a rubber band attached to it with a rubber ball on the end. You would try to hit the ball and count the number of bounces you could make without fudging it. Well, that bolo bat was what was left over after mamma took the ball and rubber band off and used the paddle to spank your b-hind when you did something mamma did not like, like pour baby powder on the floor and pretend the floor was a place to slide across just for fun or if I stacked canned goods as high as I could without them falling, only after having removed all the labels from them so they looked like shiny silver cans that made very fancy building blocks for making towers. As a kid, I did sometimes really deserve a spanking and when I grew up after living in a small town, so small it wasn't even on the road map, to living in a city called Dallas, I went from playing childish games to writing online. Things have not changed that much actually, do you think? I mean, it still rains cats and dogs and mamma still gets mad enough to hit you on the b-hind or if you smart mouth her by not taking out the garbage or folding your clothes or letting the dog out before he did his business on the floor. The basic difference between then and now is, I forget a lot more but remember those flip flops and bolo bats for some reason. If you asked me the title of that movie I watched yesterday afternoon I would have to plead the 5th. I have CRS.