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Part V Aftermath

Sighing heavily, I dusted my scientific self off, several times, and faced the cleanup stage of the experiment.

Mission Control took the worst beating. Using a crowbar and pick axe, I carefully removed the various pieces of rocket material from the Rambler. In a way, the car didn’t look much worse than most AMC vehicles, but that’s being harsh. Over the larger gashes, I placed some “See Rock City” bumper stickers I found in Dad’s collection of junk. Not bad looking; a rather bizarre ad for Rock City.

I moved the Rambler back to the carport, with the unwounded side facing the road. That would give me a fraction of second to run once dad discovered the Rock City side. Oh well, it was his fishing car, and I am sure it would give him a great story to tell his angler buddies. “Hey come look at my car. It was hit by a rocket!”

The crater was a little harder to conceal, and its presence gave away my entire failure. The local paper had a great headline for the weekly paper with “NASA Wannabe Devastates Lower 40”. Embarrassing, but some publicity nevertheless. The firemen who responded to the exploding water heater call still smirk when they see me.

Dad created a great fishpond out of the large cavity created by the rocket motor. For some reason, I can’t remember all the details starting with the time dad discovered the car, to the time he realized he could make a fishpond. As I explained my research, he seemed to stick on the gasoline/sparkplug part.

My dad never struck me, although in this case, I probably deserved it. But his lectures were murder. Hours of “you know son, your and mom and I tried to raise you right” blah blah blah. He must have used some chemical agent on me, as no matter how hard I tried to lapse into unconsciousness, I couldn’t. Just the same voice, echoing for hours. Here dad, whack me with this tree, and let’s get it over with.

Mom took the hard, anti scientist approach. House arrest wasn’t good enough. My Mr. Wizard chemistry set was padlocked and anything stronger than Joy dishwashing liquid was off limits. All my science books were tossed to the top shelf of her closet, to be metered out after she had carefully screened all the experiments– very painful. Any time I looked like I was in thought, she suspected an experiment was brewing, and sent me to labor in her flower gardens.

So, I moved out of aeronautical science, and with the assistance of my brother, decided to pursue something a little safer – medical research.

Reaching for the article on “Building your own x-ray machine” which I had hidden away just in case scientific inquiry became a crime, I read to him the part about seeing the bones in his head.

He thought that was cool. So did I.

Eddie Mikell

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The following comments are for "FAILED AMATEUR ROCKETRY - AFTERMATH"
by CaptainKeyboard

I really enjoy these little slices-of-life you write. I hope there are many more to come (do you have any more planned?). I laughed at the Rock City bumper stickers. Have you ever seen the bird houses?

I noticed a few punctuation errors, but they weren't distracting. Still loved this.

I am SO glad my girls aren't into science experiments.

( Posted by: Elphaba [Member] On: March 8, 2004 )

Rocket man!
Somehow I missed the earlier entries in this little series, but I've just had the best laugh in weeks reading through them all. This is a delightfully written story that is filled with humour.

There were a couple of grammatical errors, and a few places where the wording could be tighter, but the strength of the writing makes all that seem a bit irrelevent. It was simply a fantastic read.

Thank you :)

( Posted by: Spudley [Member] On: March 9, 2004 )

Thank you all for your help!

Thanks again to all. I am rusty on writing, so I appreciate the help.

I'm going to pull the articles, revise, and put them back out there.

Luckily, I did not have a chance to build the x-ray machine, although I did have all the parts, and it was an actual article. Wonder how many kids were x-rayed by some home built machine?

I did, however, strap him to to a huge kite in order to fly him in a thunderstorm, and ... but that's another story.

( Posted by: CaptainKeyboard [Member] On: March 9, 2004 )

I like this - it strikes the funny bone deftly. It' my kind of humour....

( Posted by: Delgesu [Member] On: March 9, 2004 )

Joy and Sorrow Mixed
Captain Keyboard, I think the reason I keep missing your entries is that they all have the same title... maybe if revised and re-posted (as you mentioned) this could be something ammended? Then your lovely work wouldn't be such a secret.

I've absolutely enjoyed every one of your entries, so far. You have a great way of telling a tale. I'm a little sad that this series has reached an end... are there more in the works? I'm hoping.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: March 13, 2004 )

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