My brother and I with Jasper "The Bear" back in the late 70's.
Yes, actually I think I was around 3 yrs old, so that WAS the late 1970's. Was that a long time ago for you?
It was for all of us that can remember it.
I think it was a better time, or in my head it was.
Besides, I love the simplicity of it all, and also I was only 3.
My world didn't have a lot of 2005-type-problems.
My brother's world didn't either.
And neither did Jasper's.
My brother Mike said that I had to stand carefully next to Jasper the bear, or else he would become angry if I moved around a lot. And if I moved around, I might step on his big-bear-feet, because, well, he had big-bear-feet.
He also told me that if I did make him angry, he would tear us AND the whole town apart..."to Shreads".
Mike also said that Jasper would rip me in half and prance around town with my 3 year old intestines wrapped around his shoulders Hawaiian-style if I were to giggle or even make a sound.
I also almost believed everything he said avoiding the fact that Jasper was bolted firmly to concrete.
I did however believe my brother the time he told me that eating yellow snow was also a terrible thing to do. Hey my brother does have good advice!
I never did tell him about Mort "The mighty Moose" who I saw outside our ski-lodge that night.
I think the scruffy mammal was hungry for blood...
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