Yesterday, I received a catalog in the mail from this toy company. I noticed right away that they sold a reproduction of a toy my brother had in the mid-70's, and laughed about it. "Oh, the dorky crap we played with! And it DAMN sure wasn't a hundred bucks!" The catalog was worth showing to D when he got home. I asked him if he remembered the Evel Knievel action figure set from way back when. Not only did he remember it, but he had a little, "I'm still bitter because my cousin had it and I didn't," story to relate about it. I laughed and said maybe he'd get it for Christmas this year. It was the one toy we talked about from the catalog. I don't remember ever talking about Evel Knievel at any other time in the 11 years we have been together. So anyway, that was last night. This morning, I showed him a kitchen playset that I had been coveting and was going to buy for a future twin gift, since it was on clearance. He said, "That's fine, as long as I get my Evel Knievel." We both laughed.
Maybe I should get a 900 number.
RIP, Evel.
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