The font is a little hard to read, but I talk about my memory of my ex-brother-in-law sitting, like a scarecrow, on his front porch, waiting for the kids to come egg his house. He was the high school head football coach and every year, the kids came and did something to his house. He surprised them, this one year, by throwing eggs back at them.
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