I’ve never been in or near a riot. But I’ve spent plenty of time partying in the bars of East Helena on rodeo nights, which may be as close as you can get to one without courting substantial jail time. As a kid, I also survived recess at a Catholic grade school—an experience that ranged from raucous to downright lawless.
Last
night we stumbled into another near riot right here at the house, at least the
audible version of one. After washing two pairs of tennis shoes, we tossed them
into the clothes dryer for a spin.
Oh
my. Even with towels pitched in to soften the blows, it sounded as if sofas and
lounge chairs were slam dancing inside a barrel.
A
quick life hack: after washing your tennis shoes, let them air-dry on a sunny
sidewalk.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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