Full Version: Tall Tales Fact or Fiction
I thought I would make a post to challenge imagination and cause readers to contribute interesting stories for others to read with equal credibility, or not. They need not be true, yet may be and the reader will be the judge.
Question for the topic is this tale fact or fiction?
The year was 1965 and I was a junior in high school in a southern small town. I lived in a rural area on a dairy farm near an old WWII ammunition dump where miles of bunkers lined paved streets closed off by a cable across the street. Drive-in movies were the rage and every boy counted down the days to get the all-necessary drivers license. With the license came drive-ins and paradise by the dashboard light to steal Meatloaf’s line. Consensus between the guys was the more secluded the parking spot the more possible the paradise by the dashboard lights may occur. So got me a rusted lock and busted the lock on the cable to the bunkers and personally held the key to paradise possibilities.
Such a treasure couldn’t be contained to one guy and his girlfriend so other guys wanted to share rights. Enter the scene of my hayseed buddies looking for some fun outside of parking. The varsity letter wearing football captain who was dating the head cheerleader, the lust of about every young male within fifty square miles, asked for the key, boasting, going to go all the way tonight, going to go all the way, thanks Meatloaf! So my buddies and I contrived a plan to challenge the all mighty captain to spoil his success. Armed with a couple six packs of beer, a white sheet, two flashlights and two red lenses form brake lights we waited in the shadows to see his car arrive. Allowing time for the dashboard lights to do their magic we finalized the devastating blow by slipping up alongside the car in a brush line and tossed the sheet over one guy holding the flashlights in each hand with the red lens in front and to add drama another half drunk hayseed lifted him on his shoulders. Countdown, 3-2-1 and a simultaneous handful of sand thrown over the captain’s car and flashlights on and arms flapping in the breeze with loud moaning. Big bird was born!
Actually Mothman Prophecy was born, the town was Point Pleasant WV made famous by movie and statue of the Mothman in front of the County Courthouse. Very funny prank but backfired because the girls no longer wanted to go down the dark lanes.
Question for the topic is this tale fact or fiction?
The year was 1965 and I was a junior in high school in a southern small town. I lived in a rural area on a dairy farm near an old WWII ammunition dump where miles of bunkers lined paved streets closed off by a cable across the street. Drive-in movies were the rage and every boy counted down the days to get the all-necessary drivers license. With the license came drive-ins and paradise by the dashboard light to steal Meatloaf’s line. Consensus between the guys was the more secluded the parking spot the more possible the paradise by the dashboard lights may occur. So got me a rusted lock and busted the lock on the cable to the bunkers and personally held the key to paradise possibilities.
Such a treasure couldn’t be contained to one guy and his girlfriend so other guys wanted to share rights. Enter the scene of my hayseed buddies looking for some fun outside of parking. The varsity letter wearing football captain who was dating the head cheerleader, the lust of about every young male within fifty square miles, asked for the key, boasting, going to go all the way tonight, going to go all the way, thanks Meatloaf! So my buddies and I contrived a plan to challenge the all mighty captain to spoil his success. Armed with a couple six packs of beer, a white sheet, two flashlights and two red lenses form brake lights we waited in the shadows to see his car arrive. Allowing time for the dashboard lights to do their magic we finalized the devastating blow by slipping up alongside the car in a brush line and tossed the sheet over one guy holding the flashlights in each hand with the red lens in front and to add drama another half drunk hayseed lifted him on his shoulders. Countdown, 3-2-1 and a simultaneous handful of sand thrown over the captain’s car and flashlights on and arms flapping in the breeze with loud moaning. Big bird was born!
Actually Mothman Prophecy was born, the town was Point Pleasant WV made famous by movie and statue of the Mothman in front of the County Courthouse. Very funny prank but backfired because the girls no longer wanted to go down the dark lanes.
Just a reminder to subsequent posters to keep this PG rated for younger members. Thanks 
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