"You see what I'm talking about?"She grabbed Randi's arm. "You're coming with me. No daughter of mine is going to participate in this kind of perversi...n!"Patty was a looker. Forty looked more like twenty-five on her. She was shapely and slender; you've probably seen her in the background of a lot of TV shows and movies, trying to earn her SAG card. I never really had a crush on my teachers; but Patty always featured in my adolescent fantasies.I tried to stop her, but then I pulled back - I. I could smell it, taste it. Mom’s home cooking. Not my mom’s cooking, young Calvin’s mother. I was never a big fan of chicken; I was a steak man myself. But the memories of young Calvin had me drooling for fried chicken.A different nurse than the one who came to see me earlier walked into the room. She was all business and did not have a gentle bedside manner. She talked in a quick, authoritative way.She took my vitals, barely. When she went to take my pulse, I could feel she was barely. "What do you think about the idea, beyond what you said before?" I turned it right back on him and smiled when he realized what I'd done."Baseball would be good for Branson. We need our town to seem more like a city than a bunch of theaters and tee shirt stores. Many of my peer group would think this was a great idea. As fast as we got them to put money into sponsoring their own billboard on the outfield fence, they'd become our biggest fans. It's win-win all the way around."What you don't know. I felt almost like a proud parent.The walk went off without any problems at all. We passed by a gas station on the way home. I noticed Gas prices were going up again. I made a note to fill up the cruiser and my gas can before they got any higher.The motors on our bikes were about the size of a weed eater, but were of much better quality. They required a 50:1 mix of gas and oil. Fortunately they packaged oil in the right size bottle for one gallon cans of gas. I had a two and a half gallon tank.