Hi Brother Billy in La La Land! :o)

Hi Bill ~

Thought you might be dropping in for a cuppa! How about some French Vanilla Coffee?
Do you remember Mr. Hyer, the Egg Man? Farm fresh eggs delivered to our family door, perfectly speckled with chicken poo? :o) One toof, corncob pipe, taped eyeglasses with coke bottle lenses? Can't get much "hyer" than that on the laff-o-meter lol We used to tease Mom about where we "weird-o" kids *really* came from.
Cranky man down the block with bicycle-doom, 1.5 inch lawn edging: "Hey! Punk kids! Get off the grass! Who's yer daddy?!!"

Us: "THE EGG MAN!" ****

I would wait for such opportunities to scream it. Mom was a good sport though, hm? She giggled and didn't do her prudish "tsk!" about that. And *because* of that, I REALLY wondered about Mr. Hyer The Egg Man ....

****ahahahahahaha ... we'd laff our butts off until the front bike tire wiggled into the kid trap lawn edges. ::::splat:::: waaaaahhhhh. Strawberry knees and elbows.
I wonder now if he had some kind of sonar device that :::::: pullllllled::::: the front wheels into those crevices.

I sometimes feel like that cranky neighbor. Except in this ghetto, the kids *REALLY* don't know who their Daddys are. And when you have to yell down the sidewalk, it's more like "HEY KID! Put away that gun! Does yer Ma know you gots bullets??"