January 30, 2015
January 27, 2015
January 17, 2015
Par Figgy: Pilot Episode 1 - by Nate
[Starts off in a flashback. A young boy is sitting on a stump thinking what bird goes in filet mignon.]
"Dinnertime Bradley! Mary, his mother, yells. He jumps off the stump bolting to the front door. As he's running, he feels the polished stones against his hands. But then, "What's this? could it be? yes it is!" He stops in his tracks and goes back. He feels for the indented stone. Once he finds it, he takes out a sharpie and colors all the indents. The stone reads, "Par Figgy". He rushes inside over dinner. He tells his parents all about the stone. Of course, because he's a kid they don't believe him. He doesn't tell them but he has a bond with that stone. He feels like he was meant to see the stone and he feels like he should stay by it at all times.
[It shows him waving his arms in the air and his parents having doubtful expressions.]
When Brad goes to bed he says, "I know I was meant to have that stone and I won't let people stand in between." The next morning Bradley snuck a chisel and a hammer from his dad and ran outside. He started hammering right away. After about a half hour he has done enough damage to rip out the brick. "Aha!" Brad exclaims, as he rips out the brick. The wall comes down with the brick.
[Shows Brad covered in dust and Mom and Dad are surprised. Mom is knitting and dad is reading a newspaper.]
"Go to your room immediately!" He stomps to his room in anger holding the stone in his hand. "Welcome Par Figgy," Brad says.
[Shows outside of the house then turns to day. The young boy you saw before is all grown up now. He yawns, gets up and takes a look at the stone, gets dressed and walks to the drugstore.]
"Hello Brad," McGee said, in his New York accent. "Hello McGee," Brad replies, "where's Jackson?" Where do you think he is? He's late like everyday. Brad takes a look at the board. "Damn, I got register duty." Brad leans on his elbows and daydreams about Par Figgy.
[Goes to credits by playing Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd.]
January 8, 2015
January 4, 2015
Ben's first travel basketball game
January 2, 2015
Willow Beds - a poem by Nate
The willow beds will be my friend.
Friends for eternity, when I'm feeling my worst,
They come and comfort me through
Night and day.
I like to stay on the willow beds.
I like to see the little fishing buoys bob
Up and down like heads.
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