@@JeepsCafe When I was just a wee lad, there was a man with dwarfism that lived in the neighborhood, and who also worked at the same plant as my dad. He sported a full beard and always wore an English-style "newsboy" cap. He drove a 1956 Thunderbird with extended pedals. I was always fascinated by him, but never approached him. One day, my dad took me to a company softball game. One of the fans in the stands was the neighborhood dwarf. As the game progresses, two men approached the dwarf and seemed to be having a conversation with him. I don't know what was said, but apparently whatever was said did not sit well with the dwarf. As the men turned to walk away, the dwarf suddenly came off of where he was sitting and jumped on the back of one of the men. Wrapping his legs around the man's neck he began pummeling him with his fists, laying blow upon blow to the head of the man. I have to say that it was quite a sight seeing a grown man running around trying to get the dwarf off of his shoulders while calling the little guy every name in the book. My dad thought it was hilarious and almost feel off his seat laughing. I didn't know what to think. Shortly, the dwarf jumped off of the man and returned to his seat acting just as calm as anything. I don't think that he was even breathing hard. The target of his attack, and his friend, left pretty quickly after that. The game continued and ended. Everyone left and I was left in awe at what happened. I never looked at "little people" the same way after that. I never saw the dwarf again. My dad passed away of a heart attack and my Mother and I left afterward to live with my Aunt and Uncle in another city. Every now and then the memory of that day when "David" took on "Goliath" will pop up in my brain. Maybe, sub-consciously, using garden gnomes is my way of remembering that day and the challenge that little man took on and beat. I think the impact on my thinking, although I really wasn't aware of at the time, was and is that you cannot judge a person by appearance, but by their deeds, actions, and content of character. Just to end this rather long response, a bit of nostalgia hit me one day and I made a journey to Michigan to see my boyhood homes in Northern and mid-Michigan. I talked to several of my boyhood friends, now grown as I was, and did ask about our neighborhood dwarf. I was told that he died. That saddened me a bit, because I would have liked to met with him, and thanked him, for the lesson he taught me that day of the softball game. Anyway, I apologize for making this so long. 'Twas just a memory that I thought I would share.
@@RangeRoninChronicles no need to apologize my friend that was a great story. Thank you for sharing, this could be a movie lol . The description and writing of your experiences brought me back to the Sand Lot movie. Excellent life experiences. God Bless your dad and the little person.
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Hahaha, I love it! Those Gnomes adds a pretty cool touch to this great presentation.
Excellent vid Range Ronin!
Thanks for stopping in and commenting. I have a soft spot in my heart for garden gnomes.
@@RangeRoninChronicles I have a coworker that looks like a Gnome down to the beard 😆
@@JeepsCafe When I was just a wee lad, there was a man with dwarfism that lived in the neighborhood, and who also worked at the same plant as my dad. He sported a full beard and always wore an English-style "newsboy" cap. He drove a 1956 Thunderbird with extended pedals. I was always fascinated by him, but never approached him.
One day, my dad took me to a company softball game. One of the fans in the stands was the neighborhood dwarf. As the game progresses, two men approached the dwarf and seemed to be having a conversation with him. I don't know what was said, but apparently whatever was said did not sit well with the dwarf. As the men turned to walk away, the dwarf suddenly came off of where he was sitting and jumped on the back of one of the men. Wrapping his legs around the man's neck he began pummeling him with his fists, laying blow upon blow to the head of the man. I have to say that it was quite a sight seeing a grown man running around trying to get the dwarf off of his shoulders while calling the little guy every name in the book. My dad thought it was hilarious and almost feel off his seat laughing. I didn't know what to think.
Shortly, the dwarf jumped off of the man and returned to his seat acting just as calm as anything. I don't think that he was even breathing hard. The target of his attack, and his friend, left pretty quickly after that. The game continued and ended. Everyone left and I was left in awe at what happened. I never looked at "little people" the same way after that. I never saw the dwarf again. My dad passed away of a heart attack and my Mother and I left afterward to live with my Aunt and Uncle in another city.
Every now and then the memory of that day when "David" took on "Goliath" will pop up in my brain. Maybe, sub-consciously, using garden gnomes is my way of remembering that day and the challenge that little man took on and beat. I think the impact on my thinking, although I really wasn't aware of at the time, was and is that you cannot judge a person by appearance, but by their deeds, actions, and content of character.
Just to end this rather long response, a bit of nostalgia hit me one day and I made a journey to Michigan to see my boyhood homes in Northern and mid-Michigan. I talked to several of my boyhood friends, now grown as I was, and did ask about our neighborhood dwarf. I was told that he died. That saddened me a bit, because I would have liked to met with him, and thanked him, for the lesson he taught me that day of the softball game.
Anyway, I apologize for making this so long. 'Twas just a memory that I thought I would share.
@@RangeRoninChronicles no need to apologize my friend that was a great story. Thank you for sharing, this could be a movie lol . The description and writing of your experiences brought me back to the Sand Lot movie. Excellent life experiences. God Bless your dad and the little person.
Great looking gun, I own a Stainless II in 45acp, super shooter, vert tight!
Thanks for being with me once again. I also have the Stainless II in .45 ACP. Great minds think alike!😁