Bob McCarty Writes

For years, my three school-age boys have wanted a trampoline. For a variety of reasons, I’ve refused to grant them their collective wish on more occasions than I can remember. Last night, however, they finally got their wish.

A cold front arrived in the St. Louis area, bearing winds strong enough to relocate the trampoline from my neighbor’s yard into mine. Around 9 p.m. Central last night, we heard the winds outside grow strong. Then we heard an unusual wind-driven noise — the sound of my neighbor’s 300-lb. trampoline tumbling approximately 30 yards, through the wooden fence that separates our yards and into the middle of our back yard.

Merry Christmas, boys! You finally have a trampoline!