She Threw Frozen Meat .... Against The Wall
I remember this event very clearly. It was seared in my mind like a hot burn from a stove element. Ouch. Here we go. The year is 1988, a few months after my father died in 1987. By then, my mother had met another man - Bert - who would later be my step dad. Bert loved steaks and wild game. So when he heard of a deal of cheap deer meat, well, he couldn't resist. So he buys a ton of deer meet for $100 or so, and after my brother and I spent hours chopping up this bloody mess with hacksaws and machetes, it was packed up in packages. But we had a problem: There was no where to put it. We didn't have a freezer except for the freezer in the fridge. But that crazy drunken alcoholic lady across the hall - who was about 70 years old - had one. With the gift of 24 beer, the woman was happy to receive the 50 or so packages of meat, each the size of a football. If my mother and Bert thought it was in a safe place. They were wrong. For the next week or so, things got off the...
