the ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN RANDY

 

The night was dark, like most nights, but Randy feared no evil; he feared nothing. He never had. He never would. Randy was tough as nails. He had been brought up that way. His father, a corporal in the National Guard had also been a metal shop teacher at a special ed elementary school. Yes, the senior Randy knew where trouble came from and he had passed the info on to his young son. Randy Jr owed a lot to his dad. And his dad owed a lot to Randy's mom--nearly sixteen years of child support.

 

Randy shook his head in amazement. Old dad was pretty slick. How had he been able to avoid the hundreds of summons his mother had sent to him pleading for just enough to get Randy enough shoes for school. Old dad must have had some covert training while on his mission for the Guard, lest he would have strung up like a green bean. People were hunting the old man down with Bloodhounds when they discovered he had hit the lesser of two state lotteries. Randy remembered how he had disguised himself to get close to the rental they lived in. Yes, Randy's memories were full of covert memories, some more dastardly than others. Now there was one fact that Randy learned early in life was that his mother was no walking dictionary or text book; she had trained to become a vetrinarian assistant but had to drop out of the course when she first suspected she was with child. Randy felt sorry for her; it had been a false scare, the result of a cheap, no-name brand or cut-rate Pregnancy test. She had not been with child. Randy had to hold back his tears and control his emotions each time he saw a puppy dog calendar. His mom had often told him about a dog named Spot who just showed up on her doorstep one Easter morning or Good Friday morning, he could not keep it straight, but his mother had thought the dog was divinely appointed to find their residence. The rightful owner had spotted the dog by the following Wednesday and had walked up to her and grabbed it from the baby carriage she was keeping it in. Randy recalled how the story exhausted his mother when she told it. In fact, she became so emotional when telling it, she had to have an extra pint of Jack Daniels to get her through the hard parts. Randy wiped his eyes. Yes, childhood memories were not a bowl of cherries. But they would strenthen him, get him ready for the cruel world of covert madmen and madwomen...which led from one event to another, taking him to far counties of the state first, then to different states, and finally, to Canada and....Mexico. (THIS HAS BEEN AN INTRODUCTORY TO RANDY'S CHILDHOOD, A NECESSARY PART OF HIS BACKGROUND IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND HOW HIS MIND WORKED IN DEFEATING THOSE WHOM HE HAD TO COMBAT AS HE GREW INTO ADULTHOOD AND BECAME...CAPTAIN RANDY......WATCH FOR THE REAL ADVENTURES TO BEGIN SOON....RUDOLPH...or "Rudy"