Thankfully, Steve had more sense than that, and they left as soon as the unabomber had finished his meal to go get him some lice shampoo and get him a room in the one motel in town.Īt supper tonight we were telling stories, and you know how one story makes you think of another that makes you think of another? Well, that happened to me tonight, and I thought of something I haven't thought of in a long time.Īfter my freshman year in college, I worked at a summer camp for the summer.

There weren't that many motels in Crowell, after all. He also had no place to stay, and I began to shake my head emphatically at Steve just in case he had any crazy notion of inviting lice-infested unabomber to spend the night at our house. Was he implying our combs would have lice? I didn't question him on it. The unabomber gets decidedly upset by this, because he needs new combs, dammit! Didn't we just hear him say he had lice? Oh yes, yes we heard. Steve says that he'll take him to the drugstore and get him some lice shampoo, but says he's got some old combs he can have. My eyebrows nearly reach my hairline, and my head immediately starts itching.

The unabomber starts talking about how he needs a new comb because he has lice. We sat down to visit with him because we are southerners and southerners are polite, even to the unabomber, when he is invited over to your house. So, Steve and the unabomber show back up at our house, and I am giving Steve the raised eyebrows, are you crazy look, and he proceeds to heat him up a plate of leftovers.

Laughing in the wind 2001