A Story From My Childhood

When I was a child, my dad would tell us a story on ‘dark’ nights:

It was a dark and stormy night
Three bold, bad robbers
Sat around a campfire
Finally, one stood up and said
“I say, Bill, tell us a story”
So Bill began

“It was a dark and stormy night
Three bold, bad robbers
Sat around a campfire
Finally, one stood up and said
“I say, Bill, tell us a story”
So Bill began”

“”It was a dark and stormy night
Three bold, bad robbers
Sat around a campfire
Finally, one stood up and said
“I say, Bill, tell us a story”
So Bill began””

“””It was a dark and stormy night
Three bold, bad robbers
Sat around a campfire
Finally, one stood up and said
“I say, Bill, tell us a story”
So Bill began”””

“”””It was a dark and stormy night
Three bold, bad robbers…””””

By this time, we’d have had enough and whined,
“Daaaadddd… tell us a real story…” And he’d
Begin again…

–LE – 5/28/25