When I was very young, maybe 7 or 8, my parents took me to Rancocas Nature center in Westhampton, NJ. There was a jar full of tiny, rubber dinosaur figurines in bright neon colors because it was the 80s. I asked my parents if I could get one, but they said no (we had very little money). Well, the ranger manning the shop held up a little orange ankylosaurus and said if I could name it, I could keep it. Well, grade school me was like, “Game on, motherfucker! It’s my time to shine!” I wound up winning 4 of them before the ranger said he might get in trouble if we kept on going. I don’t remember what the other three were, but that neon orange ankylosaurus was my favorite toy for a very long time!
One. I’m hard of hearing, so if there’s even a little bit of background chatter, this is what all conversations sound like, even though I’m a native English speaker.
Two. Despite that, the most confusing thing was her bringing in a plate of whole pineapples with sparklers in them as if that was the winning move in the argument. And it seemed to have worked.
Super subjective, but for my handtool woodworking, my grail is a pistol grip Stanley 610 drill. Do t know why, but ever since I saw one, I’ve wanted it!
When I was very young, maybe 7 or 8, my parents took me to Rancocas Nature center in Westhampton, NJ. There was a jar full of tiny, rubber dinosaur figurines in bright neon colors because it was the 80s. I asked my parents if I could get one, but they said no (we had very little money). Well, the ranger manning the shop held up a little orange ankylosaurus and said if I could name it, I could keep it. Well, grade school me was like, “Game on, motherfucker! It’s my time to shine!” I wound up winning 4 of them before the ranger said he might get in trouble if we kept on going. I don’t remember what the other three were, but that neon orange ankylosaurus was my favorite toy for a very long time!
I hope that ranger is having a great life!