By Jack Brummet, South King County Editor
[From All This Is That eight years ago. This is one of Jack's several dozen posts on growing up in Kent,. Washington. This particular post was made in the first month of ATIT's life in 2004 /ed,].
For a couple of years, one of our favorite pastimes was hucking eggs at cars. Not that we were particularly destructive, but we were boys, and destruction was part of our makeup...whether it was instilled by nature, or nurture. Eggs were the perfect vehicle--a dozen cost fifty-three cents, they wouldn't kill anyone, didn't dent sheet metal, and did no real damage to the finish of those 50's and 60's behemoths with leaded, toxic, permanent paint.
- They drove on obliviously, or tapped their brakes and kept moving.
- They stopped and maybe got out, checked the egged fender, and drove off.
- They went completely ballistic; crazy as a sh*thouse rat; or went for their shotgun, or pistol.