Ed, Mark and gang fired up the barbeque here at home last week .  Many a joke, story and Jeager were shared over the weekend.  One of those revisited, but never tires, is one both Ed and Mark share as can only be done by the likes of Sanchez and Patton Incorporated.

This one involves long time friend Richard Halpern, who conveniently slept in too late (post Objective hangover can be assumed) to attend the Karcher soirre.    As the story goes, Richard - when as a pugnacious 10-year old, took himself on a ride at a local carnival one evening in the summer of 1976.

The very unimpressed and somewhat disgruntled young lad also took it upon himself to complain to the carnival management and whined how the ride was “boring” and not at all long enough for his standards, and that he felt “ripped off” by the whole experience.

Bear in mind, the little fucker’s a 10-year old making these sort of complaints.

A wee bit put off, the ride’s attendant - a skinny part-time seasonal employee who spends the rest of his time drinking beer and spending the cash on smokes his girlfriend provides to him to fetch “formula for the baby,” flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushed it with his shoe and explained to the boy that he’ll “get the boss” and “see what he can do.”

The “boss,” about as sophisticated as the attendant, mind a few hundred pounds heavier and a slightly higher bowling score, emerged from the mobile-office/trailer and approached little Richie Halpern asking “what’s the problem,” of which young Halpern plead his rant of disgust over such a corny and boring ride and how he wanted his money, and 2 minutes, back.

The “boss” paused a moment, then offered “let’s see what we can do ’bout this, what say you hop back in that there seat.”  Little Richie was quick to do so as the fat man motioned to the ride-attendant, who was otherwise distracted by a group of 13-year old going on 30-year old yound lasses, and gave him the instructions – “alright then….. give the kid a RIDE.”