Originally Posted by
Stinkfinger
My first son was afraid of crappies, he wouldn't dare go fishing with me. So, on his 7th birthday my wife and I presented him with a trip to Disneyland. We put him on a bus in Oklahoma City and his little suitcase, and emergency numbers in case he ran into trouble and sent him to California. Its been almost 60 years and we've never heard a peep out of him. Perhaps we should have used our phone number instead of GreyHound's emergency contact number...............sigh.