The Twister Machine

Be careful what you invent

Mostly I miss Lola. Miss Lolita Santiago, what with the dark wavy hair and the little curls that always bounced next to her pretty brown eyes, has my heart to this very day. An' that’s the truth!

Now you may’ve heard of the twister machine, I figure this was in 1970 or thereabouts, and I’ve heard all kinds of frightful tales told about it, so as I’m writin' my memoirs now, figured I’d go an' set the record straight!

Anyhows, it all started simple enough. I came back in from tendin' my garden that fateful day. As you kin imagine, it’s not easy keepin' a garden in the hills, what with all the varmints tryin' ta eat ever’thin afore I kin git nary a bite of it. But I mostly manage. I’d filled a bunch o' them kiddy-pools up with dirt so’s the ground hogs an' the moles can’t get ta my carrots. Chicken wire across the top ta keep out deer (course when they try, I sometimes git 'em! Then I got steak n roast for months! Goes good wit the carrots)!

Anyhows, I was acomin' back inside, and I notice the washin' machine was all stopped. Now prob’ly no surprise, what wit power lines ain’t too reliable in these parts. But then I notices my tape player’s still playin’, so I knows the power ain’t out. Gosh-darn it, the dang washer’s broken!

Now, if I’d just paid ol' Tim to come over’n fix it, none a this would’a happened. But y’see, I gots me a stubborn streak a mile long. I don’t see no use in spendin' no money if I kin do without! So I sets about solving the…