I was one of two kids, my brother being a year and a half older than me. We lived on a farm, but as it turns out, we actually lived in alternate dimensions of the same farm. I’ve only recently begun to put together this theory, but the clues I’ve been gathering seem to point in that direction. They are as follows:
1. In college, whenever, anyone would ask where we were from, I would say Alma, and Tim would say Republican City. It’s true that our mailing address was Republican City, but we went to school in Alma, went roller skating in Alma, bought wads of purple and orange gum in Alma, and traded tiny little bits of metallic silver and blue nagahyde in Alma. We only passed through Republican City on our way to the lake, or shopped there if Mom needed emergency feminine hygiene products.
2. Tim insists that our parents never let us watch Lost in Space. Well, I don’t know where he was, but I remember watching that stupid family let yet another alien leave them stranded on that “uninhabited” planet week after week without so much as relating their plight to the nearest spacecraft wrecking service. And how about that inane robot? Didn’t you want to take him and Mr. Smith out for laser practice?
3.We had different parents. His mother was over emotional and bewildering. Mine was a deep feeler with the sensitivity of an actress. His father had unrealistic expectations. Mine was on a pedestal as high or higher than Capt. Kirk.
There were times, however, when we appeared to be in the same dimension–painfully so. I clearly remember…well I’ll tell you about that next time.