Big Head... Big Brain... Smart Kid!!!

I've always known I had a larger than normal head. Never easy to buy a hat since my size is rarely available but, my Dad always found the best in things that had to do with me.

When I was a baby, Dad wold plop me into a stroller and wheel me around downtown Miami. When people would stop to look at me, Dad would say... "Look how big his head is.  That means he has a big brain.  He's a really smart boy."

Realizing the massive contribution to mankind my brain would be, my Dad realized he was honor bound to protect it.  So, he had a special leather helmet made for me to wear so if, heaven forbid, I were to fall down, the world would not lose my brain.  I cannot make this stuff up.

This helmet was normal attire for me until I was about 3 years old. Once I was a toddler secure on my feet, they figured it was safe to let me out of the house without that cool headdress.

Not Easy To Leash Train A  Buzzard!

The exquisite helmet was replaced with a custom made harness and an expandable leash.  Yep my Mom walked me every day on a 10 feet rubber leash.  It allowed me to run away but when I hit the end of that 10 feet.... well.. I quickly returned to her.  Sometimes nearly knocking her down.

When I hit the ripe old age of 4, my Dad decided I was in danger of falling out of bed which could possibly damage my amazing brain. Soooo, he had a carpenter come in and custom build a "CAGE" around my bed to keep me from falling out and, of course, to prevent "brain thieves" from entering my bedroom at night and taking me, or my brain for their own gain. I really wish I had a picture of the leash or cage.

Kathy didn't really believe all this until my cousin Ronny who was about 10 years older than me actually told her the same stories. He was there..... God help him!

My Dad must have been right in all this since, never once did anyone successfully steal me or my 50 pound brain.

The Buzzard