The Show Off by T B Botts
When I was a teen I spent a fair amount of time at the home of my best friend, Don Snyder. It was a lot more laid back and fun at his house than it was at mine. My dad had a temper and I was never sure what would set him off. Don's father, on the other hand, was more like an overgrown kid at times. He would often hear us sitting on the porch swing laughing and talking and come out and chuckle with us, or would give us a blank stare, shake his head and say "You rotten kids" as he walked off. Of course that would set off a fresh burst of laughter from the two of us. He was fun to be around. It wasn't uncommon for me to spend a Sunday afternoon at Don's house, especially in the winter. Don's mother would fix hot chocolate and we would all sit around watching TV with the lights off. His father would sit in his favorite recliner and make snide comments about whatever was playing on the television. Whenever he had something to say to us, he would always preface it...