Poor LD. Yeah, I always took care of him and I'm to blame for spoiling him. I mean, the only Jewish boy in a family of Southern Baptists I had to do a lot for him.
When we were little I started telling all the kids that lived up and down the road from us that LD was a great rodeo star. After a week of this crap he started believing it too and finally one of them said "well, if he's so great, let's see him do something."
I had to think quick so I got LD up on the back of our boney, old milk cow and told him I would really get whipped if he fell off and got hurt, so I tied his feet together under the belly of the cow. I still didn't like the looks of this so I tied his arms together under the belly of the cow too.
Us kids got some sticks and hit the cow on the .... and she took off through the prickly pear cactus, cherry brush, barrel cactus and all the other wonderful plants that grow in the desert. Well, that old cow hadn't gone five steps and LD was hanging underneath her. I knew LD was having fun judging by his yells as the cow ran through the cactus!
As it turns out our mother had to pull cactus needles out of LD's backside for several days and when she got done with that she started whooping on me. So I told her about the Prince Albert tobacco and corn cob pipe LD had in his underwear drawer so she'd start whooping on him and leave me alone.
Course, the only time I would get near LD after all that was at the dinner table because I knew he wouldn't dare try to get even with me there.
Yeah, it was hard on me raising LD.
