re: #171 Jack Burton

“Don’t go puttin’ none of that stuff on my sled, Clark. You know that metal plate in my head? I had to have it replaced, cause every time Catherine revved up the microwave I’d piss my pants and forget who I was for a half hour or so. So over at the VA they had to replace it with plastic. It ain’t as strong so I don’t know if I should go sailin down no hill with nothing between the ground and my brains but a piece of government plastic.”

When I was growing up, a local park had a metal spiral slide that used to be part of a factory’s fire escape. When my sisters and I went to the park, mom would give each of us a sheet of waxed paper that we would sit on while going down the slide. We had it so slick that kids would go shooting full speed off the end of the landing.