2601: Junk in the Trunk
 

with Neal Stastny – Neal’s life with (not gay?) Jason Burke; Neal’s new nephew; Cuba Gooding, Jr. lifts Sarah Paulson’s dress in public; Tiller, Oregon for sale for $3.85 million; working at a hatchery; riding in the trunk; senior citizens riot after Bingo closes; Beijing controls your toilet paper use; pregnant teen killed by train on train tracks while photographed; cop watches confiscated child porn while collecting overtime

Guest:
Neal Stastny
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What are Keith's thoughts on the book/movie "Holes"?

It was one of my childhood favorites.

A fellow trunk rider
 

Hearing Keith point out how insane it was that Neal's dad would put him in the trunk reminded me of my own similar experiences. Like Neal, I also had to ride in the trunk of the family car. Unlike Neal, I didn't think it was fun and it wasn't just short trips.

My grandparents had a farm 2 hours away and we'd travel there most school holidays in our beaten-up little Ford Meteor. The Meteor only had 5 seats but our family consisted of 2 adults and 4 kids and when we got too big to all fit on the back seat, one of us would have to ride in the trunk, which we call 'the boot' here in Australia.

Fumes pouring in, hitting bumps at 100kph (60mph), bouncing around, luggage hitting you left and right, all for about 2 hours at a time. And of course, the Meteor was far too noisy for anyone in the cabin to hear the thumping and screaming of a child who desperately needs to pee. I'll let you figure out the rest of that.

No, we're gonna need to know the rest of that.

After my first wife and I divorced, I had visitation two nights per week. The drop-offs were always annoying because she was never on time. One night while waiting in a parking lot for her to arrive, I remembered the rear seat in my car folds down. When we saw her pull into the lot, my son folded the seat down, crawled into the trunk and pulled the seat back. Once she parked, I popped the trunk latch so he could get out. She looked at me in horror. I shrugged and drove off.