I think it was around 2007 when our neighbors Chris and Amanda V. moved in across the street. (Chris may have to correct me but that's close enough). Clif had gotten out of prison in Feb. 06 and when he saw Chris in his CO uniform he didn't have warm feelings. Of course they became our friends and will always be.
You used to able to buy M-80's but not any longer and there was still one left at the house. Cole knew this and his dad was gone that night. So Cole thinks he's gonna mess with the new neighbors Chris and Amanda. He says to me "I'm gonna scare the crap out of the neighbors and light this off." He did in our back yard and it was one hell of a boom. Of course no one in the neighborhood could figure out what it was so the police were called. Cole and I just shut all the lights off and stayed in the back of the darkened house snickering. While the whole neighborhood tried to figure out what it was. Cole really liked that. We later told Chris and Amanda what it was. They were good sports about the joke.
Chris and Amand both were very close to Cole and he looked up to Chris and watchs over both of them and their kids. We went through a lot living on the same street together and I probably shouldn't tell all the shenanigans and mischief Cole and Chris got into but it was harmless fun. Thanks Chris for being there for Cole, Clif and I. We love you brother.<3
I remembered this last night as I was going over memories in my mind. I had to chuckle to myself as this was standard m.o. for Cole.
He called me at work one day, I believe it was around the end of 2007 or beginning of 2008 because I was working at Parkland Hospital. He said Mom, I think Deacon pooped in the house because when I go upstairs from my bedroom it stinks sooo... bad! I said well go up and find it and clean it up. Oh no I can't do that I was gagging at the smell. I said Cole what do you want me to do, I am at work and can't leave to clean it up. He said he'd just wait until I got home. He wasn't having any part of cleaning up smelly poop.
He was right. When I got home that day, I opened the front door and the smell hit me immediately. It stunk bad. I started looking around and found it. Poor Deacon had, had the runs but he was so considerate that he back up so some magazines laying between the recliner and the table and did his duty there. I got some gloves on and got rid of the magazines quickly. He didn't miss either. I couldn't believe it.
