The Slice
THE SLICE
When I was young and my dad would tell cautionary tales about various risky behaviors, his stories tended to have similar endings — a childhood acquaintance of his died.
I remember one died from playing with guns. Another bought it after going out onto the ice after the thaw had commenced. And so on.
It was quite a body count.
If, as a kid, I had bothered to do the math, I would have quickly concluded that his little hometown was one of the most tragically star-crossed places in American history. Either that or my father was guilty of stretching the truth to make a point.
Of course, I can’t complain. Maybe I’m around to smile about this now because I did not play with guns and I always tended to be skeptical about ice depth.
What was one of your parents’ favorite techniques for teaching you a lesson?
Paul Turner