After or during these socials, as well as in church we boys could always find trouble, seems as if it was lurking around every corner. As I grew older, mom became less willing to let me sit with other boys, not sure why.
One particular Sunday, Kenny and I were sitting in the back of the church behind a bachelor that was inclined to fall asleep. He had a habit of resting his head on his hand with his elbow firmly planted on the church pew. Sure enough, his head began to nod about halfway through the sermon.
One can only resist the urge so long, suddenly and without warning, I found my right index finger firmly lodged beside his elbow, one sudden jerk and it would be mission accomplished.
The unintended consequences were that his head hit the church pew and resulted in a sound that was heard throughout the church.
I knew I was in trouble when mom turned around and glared at me.
The next few Sundays, I sat quietly next to mom.
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