Want to hear what made my brother and I laugh ourselves silly when we were young? It was the memory of an experience that happened on a four week long summer road trip my family took from Missouri, where we were living at the time, to California and back. We stopped for gas at some beat up old gas station in the middle of nowhere. There was a gumball machine at the station and my brother, Eric, and I wanted some gum. Now this was in ancient times when a gumball was only a penny. Unfortunately my brother didn’t have a penny, but he did have a nickel. So we walked up to the not-so-very-bright-looking attendant and asked if he had change for a nickel. His response was, “What do you want--pennies?” Well, we thought that was the funniest thing we had ever heard! What else could we have POSSIBLY WANTED, but pennies? Was there another option we didn’t know about? Gold dust, perhaps? Anyway—we laughed about that for years. Probably no one else in the world would find that story funny at all, but to us it was a real knee-slapper. This is the kind of weird memory that binds families together—that’s all I have to say.
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