Me and X-Ray Specs
When I was a rambunctious misbehaving child in Virginia Beach that fantasy land which constituted the bulk of my existence included various products my gullible little mind believed in to the nth degree ... oh how in retrospect the clarity in realization of my utter naivete still stings to this day. |
It seems that these things were touted as a 'real' functioning x-ray visioning system one could slap on their head and get busy with all manner of peeping tom like skullduggery for the sum of one whole dollar.
Oh the fantasies that notion triggered in my little pea sized brain to include seeing Sandy White from down the street nekkid (sic) or perhaps the charming and beautiful Georganne Cosgrove from across the street, Angela Bohannon on the other side of the Boulevard ... or one of the pretty little Fisk girls next door; not to mention those little Page girls over on Clover Street and OH ... I never did anything.
It seems that the lack of that experience was not for naught as well for in my fresh young uninitiated mind I could not account for the lack of a high power mechanism driving a cathode and anode in a vacuum tube in the presence of some visualizing screen. That information wouldn't come for years later, long after leaving Lavender Lane.
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It seems that the things I never had the opportunity to get away with eclipsed those for which I was punished many times over. If only I could have pulled off ANY of those little boy schemes I planned with such care and in such detail as a pupil in the second and third grades at Aragona Elementary.