Pushing the envelope! That “seemed” to be the theme of the day when my boon companions and I attempted to outmaneuver one another while reminiscing about the many daring exploits of our adventurous past. Robert “Robbie” Brough and Robert “Mags” Magnifico were laughing it up when they began talking about how they tied several bed sheets together in an effort to escape the confines of their hotel room when the high school choir traveled all the way to the “Big Apple” to participate in a national competition at Radio City Music Hall during junior year. Upon hearing that same old story for about the one hundredth time – insert big yawn here – over the past three plus decades, I chuckled to myself thinking about a well-guarded tale that had been kept under wraps since the glory days of high school.
If you think that was risky business, just wait until I tell you about the time my posse and I robbed an abandoned house over on the north side of town and hid our stolen plunder inside my garage attic clubhouse the summer before freshman year. Watching their jaws drop to the floor was priceless! I felt just like Goose in that cockpit with Maverick when he pushed their fighter jet to full throttle and sent them right into the “Danger Zone.” Nothing could top the unsolicited admission of criminal behavior that spontaneously flowed from my lips in an uncontrollable manner! With a local law enforcement officer sitting directly across from me, I was fully expecting M.
