Written By: Gary Wonning
We normally delivered to the Ford Garage in Osgood from the alley that ran between Buckeye Street and Walnut Street, the next street west. Consequently, I would normally catch whatever houses I had parcels for that were across the alley from the Ford garage. This particular day two teenage daughters of the Baptist minister were sunbathing in their backyard, lying face down with their bikini tops unbuttoned. As I rushed across the back yard I noticed this peculiar circumstance and was in a quandary as what to do.
I tried to make some extra noise to alert them of my presence, but their radio was blaring from some teeny-bopper station and they never heard me. Getting closer, I sensed what was going to happen, but short of throwing a rock at them, I was at a loss as to what to do next.
Finally, the inevitable happened, they spotted me and jumping up and grabbing their bikini tops, while letting out a blood curling scream. I handed one of them the clipboard and pen, politely asked her to sign for the parcel, and quietly slunk off into the horizon. With memories and illusions that would last a lifetime, I never saw either of them again.
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
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