Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: BORED - Begins 1-11-18 / Ends 1-18-18 (01/11/18)
- TITLE: Lincoln Logs
By Phillip Cimei
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On the other side of town, Jimmy, a shadow of a classmate of Randy’s, sat anxiously by his makeshift Christmas tree—the five-foot top of a maple tree felled by a storm. No presents under this tree. But a smile donned his face as his father—who had been unemployed for three months—read the story of Jesus and how his parents had no place to even give birth to Him. But his father did give thanks for a wrapped present—one—they had for Jimmy.
It was a big wrapped box—in yesterday’s newspaper. Jimmy’s eyes widened. He took a deep breath, “Is that for me?” The excitement was not dampened by the explanation his father gave of its origin and acquisition.
His father explained that he was passing down to Jimmy what his father gave him when he was Jimmy’s age. It was given to his father by Jimmy’s grandfather who had also received it from Jimmy’s great grandfather. Jimmy’s mouth was agape with awe. He ripped the newspaper off with excitement and feverish anticipation.
To Jimmy’s amazement a large collection of redwood colored miniature logs appeared. It was a collection of Lincoln logs and accessories. His grandpa, present for the unveiling, explained how Jimmy’s great-grandfather had one of the first sets made back in 1910. And how his set and Jimmy’s father’s set grew over the years. Jimmy anxiously asked if he could start playing with his new delight.
“Only after you go out and bring in some wood for the wood stove,” instructed his father.
Jimmy hurriedly gathered the newspapers up, raced to his bedroom with his new gift, put on his coat and headed outside. As he gathered the dried firewood he noticed Randy sitting across the way on a rock. Randy’s head was down; he lazily twirled the rotor blades on top of the drone. It wasn’t a sad look. It was a “humdrum” look—a look like a little boy enduring an hour long monotoned sermon about the lineage of every Jew from Moses to Malachi would exhibit. Jimmy walked over to Randy.
“Hey, Randy. Whatcha do’n in this part of town?”
Randy perked up a little, “Hey, Jimmy. Yeah, Mom doesn’t like me hang’n around down here, but I was trying to find a good field to fly my new drone.”
“Wow! That is really cool.”
“It’s okay,” said Randy shrugging his shoulders.
“Why aren’t you playing with it?”
“Oh, it got old. Hey, whatcha get for Christmas?”
“Oh, man you ought’a see the cool Lincoln logs set I got.”
“Lincoln logs. What’s that?”
Jimmy invited Randy to come over and check out his new set of Lincoln logs. Randy normally didn’t play with kids of another, well let’s say, another economic level. But he was bored to death and anything would do right now.
Jimmy introduced him to his family. They all commented on how interesting his drone was. He poopooed it with a shrug of the shoulders and off they went to Jimmy’s bedroom.
“What do you want to build?” Jimmy asked excitedly, then continued, “How ’bout an alien space station with a landing platform for your drone.”
Randy’s eyes widened. How could a kid whose family didn’t even own a television set come up with such a creativeStar Warscentered idea? “Ya think we can?”
“Sure,” said Jimmy giving Randy the thumbs up sign and a wink of the eye.
Both started placing logs, using the plastic roof panels for platforms, and utilizing every bit of their imagination. Then Randy came up with an idea. “Hey, wanna use this drone and tie a string to it and lift logs up to the upper parts?”
Jimmy gave him a high five,” That’s such a cool idea.”
They played and laughed and giggled and were engrossed for hours. Jimmy even got to operate the drone. Randy looked at Jimmy and smiled, “Can I come back tomorrow to play?”
“Sure, if ya ain’t got noth’n to do?”
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