Not relevant at all but where else can I tell this story?
When I was in high school during late 80's, my best friend drove his Dad's old lime green '67 Caddy that he had installed a CB radio and PA speaker in it. He was an odd, quiet kid who was into speed metal music, target shooting and cigars at 17 years old. He and his car definitely stuck out amongst the VW Cabriolets, early XJ's and Camry wagons most of our friends drove.
One Saturday night we were out, cruising the town in his Caddy looking for something to do. We crossed paths with some friends from school at the Burger King, who had just bought up all the toilet paper they could find and were headed for our principal's house. They invited us along to help "decorate" his trees. It was almost midnight and my buddy said no, he had to be home before curfew so we left.
He'd never had a curfew that I knew of and I was surprised when instead of dropping me off, we headed out to the neighborhood where the principal lived. Our principal, Mr. Dowler, had a daughter in our class so we knew where they lived. My buddy pulled over about a few houses down from the Dowler's house and turned the car off and killed the lights.
I asked him, "What are we doing?" and he just said, "Wait."
A few minutes later we could see the silhouettes of 6 kids carrying armloads of toilet paper sneaking into the principal's yard. With speed and precision they started lobbing the TP into the trees, around the shrubs and mailbox. Within minutes it looked like a Charmin blizzard had hit their house.
As our friends were lobing rolls of TP into the trees, my buddy started his car and started coasting forward with the headlights still off. I asked him again, "What are you doing?" He just shushed me and told me to wait as he inched down the street to our principal's home. As he eased up in the dark, quietly next door to the Dowler's he reached down and grabbed his CB mic and flipped the PA switch. And then in the silence, into the mic my buddy said,
"WAKE UP!! WAKE UP MR. DOWLER! YOUR HOUSE IS GETTING ROLLED!! YOUR HOUSE IS GETTING ROLLED!!"
The porch lights came on and lights inside the house came on and I have never seen 6 kids bail so fast. They were diving over hedges, ducking behind cars in the driveway, running down the street in the dark with toilet paper stuck to their shoes. The yard was a disaster, a total mess as Mr. Dwoler stepped outside and just shook his head. My buddy turned on his headlights and continued down the street with me by his side, as I tried not to cry and pee while I laughed hysterically.
So here's to my buddy Foster Watts and his '67 Caddy. :beer:
Last I heard he was working for the FBI, which given his love of guns, comms and covert operations, makes sense.
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