Comment by DougM (Progophobe) — January 16, 2013 @ 12:29 pm
“In February 1909, Geronimo was thrown from his horse while riding home, and had to lie in the cold all night before a friend found him extremely ill. He died of pneumonia on February 17, 1909, as a prisoner of the United States at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. On his deathbed, he confessed to his nephew that he regretted his decision to surrender. His last words were reported to be said to his nephew, “I should have never surrendered. I should have fought until I was the last man alive.” He was buried at Fort Sill, Oklahoma in the Apache Indian Prisoner of War Cemetery.”
At first, I thought that was a pitcher of my Sainted Aunt Pearl.
One time, I was talking to my buddy John on the phone, and she came up and said, “I need to use the phone”.
I said, “Yeah, I’ll be done in a minute”, and she just snatched that reciever out of my hand and brought it right down on top of my head so hard that it made me ears ring, and my eyes water, and then stuck it back in my hand and said, “I need to use the phone”. I just told my friend John that I would have to call him back later, and hung-up.
The amount of abuse that those old Western Electric telephones could take without breaking was truly amazing. I don’t know what kind of plastic they were using, but it worked real good.