Rocketcrab
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Last weekend my youngest son, age 9, found a full roll of duct tape. On Friday evening to be precise. Over the course of a bitterly cold, windy weekend, the kind that only Packers fans could enjoy, he set about occupying himself as best he could. I was aware only marginally of what he was doing in our unheated basement - I was working on some rocket projects at the kitchen table for that reason - and by Sunday afternoon, the duct tape was gone. In the meantime, he'd also discovered my copy of the movie "October Sky". Unlike my 19-year old son, the 9-year old, we'll call him "Timmy" [because thats what it says on his birth certificate] hasn't really caught the rocket bug from the old man. He'd rather play baseball 24X7X52. No problem. But in between trips to the basement, he'd watch the movie, and come to me asking when we could fly rockets. My fatherly chest was swelling with pride - he'd discovered Homer Hickam AND duct tape, all in one weekend! A true "right of passage".
And what, you ask, was he doing with all of that duct tape in the cold, cold basement? Why, building a baseball stadium, complete with bases, pitchers mound, home plate, hot dog stand, bleachers, bullpens, gates, press box...........all with duct tape.
I am proud beyond words.
And what, you ask, was he doing with all of that duct tape in the cold, cold basement? Why, building a baseball stadium, complete with bases, pitchers mound, home plate, hot dog stand, bleachers, bullpens, gates, press box...........all with duct tape.
I am proud beyond words.