Pleasent memories, or "Jim's Gift of " Rain on a Tin Roof"

Who knows what reminded me of this, so long ago, and so funny. He's 81 now and still laughs when he tells it.  I relayed it to our friend Kathleen by email as its a bit too personal for fb but I'll tell it here.

Re: My tin roof story
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Kathleen Wildey
7:52 AM

To: Sharon Martin
What a wonderful story, it's one of those incidents one can not,forget....Thanks for sharing...

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On Fri, Nov 6, 2015 at 1:06 PM, Sharon Martin <sharrygranny@live.com> wrote:


    Hi Kathleen, here is the 'rain on a tin roof' story that I promised. Too personal for FB! haha I still smile as I write about it.
    In Louisiana, in a duplex with 3 kids, our bedroom was in the back of the apt.  and the garbage cans sort of set under the eaves, under our windows. When it rained, the rain would patter on them, and it sounded like the tin roof in the rain sound. loved it.
    One night it was raining hard  as we were crawling into bed, I said "Oh darn, its raining and the garbage can is not under the eaves". Jim looked out the window and, of course, wanting to be nice, said quietly, "I think I can reach it if I open the window wide and unhook the screen (the heavy screen unhooked and swung out. Which he proceeded to almost do. He couldn't quite reach the garbage can, and gave one last grab, where upon he lost his balance, and, hanging onto the screen part of the way, proceeded to fall out of the window, into the rain and landed on a garbage can which fell over with him on it and dumped him into the rain soaked earth, now mud.
    I leaped out of bed and peered into the darkness, where I whispered loudly,
    "Are you ok?"
    All at once, Jim started laughing very loudly, and he jumped up, covered with mud, and I started laughing. I had to go out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to unlock the back door for him, as he was standing at the back door in white unders, covered with mud, and haw haw-ing so loudly that all at once the neighbors lights came on--
    "What's going on out there, is everyone ok?"
    "Jim can't really answer because by now he's crying with laughter. Mud was all over most of his body and dripping down his legs.
    And I am in the kitchen, bent over and breathless with laughter and jiggling the lock trying to unlock the door which isn't happening.
    So I finally got the door open, but while assuring the neighbors in the duplex and laughing loudly, he woke up the next door neighbors on the other side of us and had to reassure them everything was fine. Hard to do when you're in the back yard in the rain in your underwear and dripping with mud.
    The next day Jim explained it to all the neighbors, as everyone laughed, exactly what we were laughing about, and how it happened,  this time with his pants on
    It was a great night!