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Old dogs, renamed streets... and what the heck is a quoit?!?
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James Lileks
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I haven't listened yet, but I used to play quoits on the deck of the passenger ships traveling between Liverpool and Lagos when I was a kid.
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The Keen and the Quing
Were quirling at quoits
In the meadow behind of the mere...
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I think I'm around a decade younger than you, James. Our fears growing up were catching on fire and being swallowed by quicksand. At least based on what was on TV. There were PSAs for Stop, drop, and roll everywhere and a lot of shows had people getting stuck in quicksand.
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Ah, should have waited a bit. Quicksand came up. My brother was bit by a feral cat on the farm. Dad and the neighbor looked for the cat, because it might have been rabid and we didn't want to get those shots. Fortunately, they found the cat and took it to the vet. He killed it and sent the brain to K-State, the way to test for rabies. The test came back negative, saving my brother from the pain.
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When I was a kid, we were afraid of gypsies and Hell’s Angels. And quicksand.
I grew up in an Oklahoma City suburb.
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