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Have to apologize for such a long post.
Dels post above reminded me of one... I had this friend named Johnny and from 14 to 16 we could get into all kinds of trouble. We were bad influence on each other I guess. So the old man (Harold) next door to Johnny didn't like us at all. Since the metal gasoline cans were the same, Johnny would jump the fence a trade a empty for a can with gas in it. About a year after Harold and his son Charles used rollers to put a fresh coat of silver paint on the chain link fence between the properties, Johnny and I decided to use gasoline to burn the weeds off the fence. Yep, we used his gas. LMAO Anyway... Harolds wife drove a big Mercury. She would park it just outside the double gates on far side of their house. One evening we went out to Johnnys backyard to throw a baseball, feck around in general, and noticed that Mercury was against the fence all the way down at bottom of their backyard. Johnny marches right up to their front door and says, "Harold, Do you know your wifes car is against your fence way back yonder?" He went mad! Even though he did find the column shifter in a neutral spot between reverse and park, he didn't want to believe we had nothing to do with this. He hadn't put a hole in the asphalt drive for the little stake that anchors one gate. The big ol' Merc' pushed it right open. Good that it was a slow downhill grade. No real harm done.
My first full time job after high school was in my uncles machine shop. Quinns Machine Works built a piece of textile machinery called a Picker. I was started in erect room ( the joke job title was pecker erector ). Guess who was the leader of erect room crew? Yep, Johnnys neighbor Harold. I worked with him for 4 years. I'm pretty sure I had convinced him that Johnny and I didn't mess with his wifes car. During my last year at Quinns, I took on a part time job in a local game room ( just trying to earn more money, get married and all ).
My coworker Harold bought a new boat and wanted a CB radio for it. Just so happens that I know of some chit heads that break into cars a steal radios ( the game room crowd ). I got Harold a nice Midland 40 channel for 25 bucks. He was tickled. He wired it up and hauled the boat to somewhere on Saturday to get the standing wave on antenna set up. Sunday night, someone stole the radio out of his boat. He swore I set him up. "You told them where the radio was". could not look at me without growling from that Monday onward. R.I.P. Harold Dubois.