Musings of missions gone by...

As we get older somehow all missions seem to begin at WalMart. Is it because all of the worlds misfits are employed there? Is it because most people shopping there are barefoot? No. I believe the best ideas are concieved after 2am. It is the only place available. We must begin there by default.

I recall a joint mission taken on by the joey and steves. (did I pluralize that correctly?) Late one evening while watching George Carlin it was suddendly very important to have a modular gas powered rocket with launch pad and firing remote. Imperative because in passing the packages earlier that day big steve noticed that the package assured us that with the payload cone it could reach a height of 200'. In very small print: assembly required. We set out to have them assembled and ready to blast at sunrise. Little steve made about 2 dozen chocolate chip cookies. I went over directions while Big Steve did the parts inventory laying it all out across 2 large tables. Little Joe watched TV. Not very helpful, I know, but he did pay for a few so we let him slide he also distracted Richard "I can eat six bananas without chewing" Koontz from interfering with the assembly process. Richard was attempting to be a family member by association. The few the chosen the rejected. He would be dealt with on another occasion. We built 4 that night and eagerly waited for morning. We broke out the launch pad and fuel and set it all up. First flight was a stunning success. The parachute descended some 4 miles away and was retrieved by big steve. Our options now became infinite. We tried many configurations that day but ended up losing and incinerating all the rockets. I believe one veered of and flew over the neighbor in his yard. He thought it was a missile. Not the sharpest guy. But it was all in the name of science and the lessons learned would later be utilized for fourth of July maneuvers.

AHHHHHH 4th of July. Don't get me sarted.