kevin daley
Digging for Gold (or Dirt)

                                           
What are you hiding, huh?






1. How to Ruin a Reunion


2. WHEN FIRST WE LEARN TO DECEIVE

(Ourselves or others?)

ADVENTURES, MISADVENTURES, AND FACTS DUBBED SCUTTLEBUTT 1 

1 With disclaimers, of course.

Okay, keeping all that old crap in my files paid off. I found this nugget about my 20th high school reunion. Yes, it is embarrassing, so feel free to enjoy: How to Ruin a Reunion


Under the basement stairs, I found a flat piece of metal, square with rounded corners. I was three or four years old. To my unrefined mind, it resembled a coin, bronze colored with words and shapes. For all I know now, it was a dog tag. I asked my brother Kenny—older by nine years—if it was money. 

"Sure," he said. I sensed a touch of humor in him but deceived myself—unconsciously, of course—that he was simply happy at my good fortune. 

“Can I buy something with it?” I chirped.

“Of course. It’s real,” he said, putting his seal on the counterfeit we enjoyed from different sides—he was telling a tale, and I wasn’t using my head.

He estimated the value at 15¢ —25¢ and took me to Resendes convenient store in South Braintree Square, me, as happy as a modern Antique Road Show beneficiary. 

With a wink to the owner, apparently, he let me “buy” some candy. The owner had that entertained expression wrought of superior knowledge—at least that’s what the unarticulated child-voice in the back of my mind whispered. I ignored it, though, lest it burst the bubble on which floated my fortune .

The U.S. Secret Service still hasn’t caught up with me, so I assume the store owner was in the know and that I didn’t brake any counterfeiting laws. 

(Otherwise, not to land in jail, I declare the following: it wasn’t me; this is a work of fiction; I was temporarily insane; I was a stooge of a compelling eight-year-old whose name I don't recall; and I want to talk to my lawyer.)
 

Notwithstanding the foregoing, the candy was, in fact, dandy.

 

3.  "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive." 
   This is not Shakespear. It was Sir Walter Scott in Marmion (1808)        

A past haunt turns a present taunt:
On Facebook, upon seeing a positive posting about me, a family friend (fiend) wrote, "I remember when he skipped kindergarten!"

Alas, it is true. Sorry if I let you down.
I still recall making the decision not to go to school, and hiding in the neighbor's screen house. My mother got the call and retrieved me. I was five years old.

Don't know what I was thinking.  

(Again, I declare: it wasn’t me; this is a work of fiction; I was temporarily insane; I was a stooge of a compelling eight-year-old whose name I don't recall; and, of course, I want to talk to my lawyer.) 


4.  I was 13-years old, and I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRIED TO PET THAT SKUNK ON THE HEAD
. . .















5. UNUSUALLY HIGH 
 



6. With sewing needle and ink-sodden thread, my friend Christopher REPEATEDLY PIERCED THE SKIN ON MY ARM, giving me MOST of this tattoo to match his, but . . .

... because that's where the teeth are, and the scar on my hand shows where they landed.

            
                               



I once got detention for sitting on 13 vertically stacked chairs in high school.



... he stopped, citing fear of my mother (we were about 12 years-old at the time), so another friend had to finish the last bit. 

          

EPILOGUE: Five years later, Christopher went to Rhode Island to get his cross tatoo changed into an Irish clover, but they rejected him. He made it to our hometown, Braintree, when his Jeep ran out of gas. He tried crossing the highway and got killed by a car.

The driver was a priest, who gave Christopher his last rights there on the highway. His grave is a few steps from those of my father and brother.


7. The Water Tower: 

How does it feel it be surrounded by a dozen police and fire personnel? I'll tell you . . .


8. MAYBE I SHOULD I HAVE STOPPED:

In a 2007 competition in New York, there was supposed to be minimal contact. Nevertheless, first this happened in the semifinals--middle knuckle broken:




Then in the final bout--right hand broken clean through the middle metacarpal near the wrist.


It was difficult to drive for a while with a plasticized cast on both hands.
More coming . . .
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