Rest in peace to Laverne, and Squiggy, and Shirley. Thanks for giving me so much happiness as a kid.

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Lots of hit in the balls stories if you’re into that kind of thing.

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To: [email protected]
Subject: balls story
Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2013 12:33:58 +0000

Well it was the summer of 1977 and I was horseback riding with a cousin. I had learned to ride on an English saddle which has no saddle horn. In the English style of riding you do what is called “Posting” which involves raising and lowering yourself in synch with the horse. I think it is to make it so you and the horse are moving as a unit and you aren’t just dead weight. In any case I had a western saddle, and as I tried to post, I got out of synch with the horse, bounced on the saddle and came down with all my weight on top of the saddle horn, thus crushing everything between the saddle horn and my liver. Horrible pain. I kicked my feet out of the stirrups, slid off the horse and laid there on the ground in the lovely Michigan woods, vomiting, choking on vomit, and trying to breathe. My horse came over to me, sniffed the vomit, and trotted off. My cousin went to get someone with a pick-up truck. They lifted me up and put me in the cab and took me back to the barn. I don’t know who they were and I never got a chance to thank them.

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