My uncle crashed his metallic blue Corvette into a TV while All in the Family was on.
The chrome bumper wrapped itself around the rotten brown
husk of the set.
We had to grip a thick crowbar and peel the metal backward.
Carefully, we poured hot wax into the TV to keep slivers of glass from
penetrating our thin skin.
We all combined our complete strength to remove my uncle’s
flimsy body from the Corvette. We tugged, and tugged his red bellbottoms from
the bucket seat. We could not unclip him from his fragile station. With a twist
a tiny person touched the radio. What a
Fool Believes blasted form the fragile side speakers twisting with the
flames and glass. The Doobie Brothers poured all over the ground and stained my
last M.A.S.H t-shirt.
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