problems. Maybe he wouldnât be so angry at the world. And then maybe he wouldnât be so angry at me .
I looked over my sheet of PROS and CONS and asked myself if one side outweighed the other. There was no clear winner. I was leaning toward the CON side, but I was still ambivalent.
âThe library will be closing in 15 minutes,â the librarian announced over the loudspeaker.
I put the books away and rode my bike home.
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My mother was putting dinner out when I opened the kitchen door. Uncle Wilbur was at the table waiting to eat. Heâs really old, even older than Flip.
âWash your hands, Joey,â said Uncle Wilbur.
âWhere were you?â asked my mother.
âAt the library,â I told her.
âDoing homework?â
âNot exactly,â I admitted.
After I washed up, I told them what Iâd learned about Jim Thorpe. Uncle Wilbur said he remembered Thorpe as a football player, but even he was too young to remember the 1912 Olympics.
âI donât trust that Fuller boy,â Mom said as she put some vegetables on my plate. âWhat if you two go back in time and he steals your baseball card? Youâll have no way to get home. Youâll be stuck in the past forever. Did you think about that?â
She was right. And it hadnât crossed my mind.
âI wouldnât put it past him,â I said.
Uncle Wilbur sighed and we looked at him. Oh yeah. If I didnât have the power to travel through time, I wouldnât even have an Uncle Wilbur.
You see, a year ago, my Uncle Wilbur didnât exist. Itâs true! I was always told that he died as a child in an influenza epidemic that killed millions of people back in 1919. But when I went back to that year to meet Shoeless Joe Jackson, I also met Wilbur when he was a boy. I had some flu medicine with me and I gave it to him. When I came back to the present day, Uncle Wilbur was alive. So I guess the medicine saved his life. It was a happy accident.
âWhat do I always tell you to do when you get a lemon?â Uncle Wilbur asked.
âMake lemonade,â I replied.
âRight,â he said. âAnd what do I always tell you to do when life throws you a curve?â
âHit it,â I replied.
âThatâs right,â Uncle Wilbur said. âHit it hard .â
At some moment in time you have to stop thinking about whether or not you should do something and just do it. So I decided I would take Bobby Fuller back in time to meet Jim Thorpe. I would do it for Bobbyâs sake, even though he was a world-class jerk. My good deed for the day. For a lifetime, really.
After dinner, I cleared off the table and helped my mom wash the dishes. Then I looked up BobbyFullerâs phone number in the school directory and called him.
âDid you think about what I asked you?â Bobby said as soon as he recognized my voice.
âYeah,â I replied. âCome on over.â
5
That Old Tingling Sensation
WHEN BOBBY SHOWED UP AT OUR FRONT DOOR A FEW minutes later, he had a backpack slung over one shoulder.
âLook,â I told him, âthis isnât going to be an overnight thing, okay? Weâre going to meet Jim Thorpe and come right back. It will be 15 minutes, tops. In and out. You got that?â
âRelax, Stoshack,â Bobby said. âI like to have my stuff with me in case of an emergency.â
I poked his backpack. âWhatâve you got in there, anyway?â
âHey, get your paws off!â Bobby said. âItâs my meds, okay? Yeah, Iâm ADD. Iâm screwed up in the head. Are you happy now, Stoshack?â
Well, I knew he was screwed up in the head, but lots of kids have ADD without being psychos.
âThe backpack will be a dead giveaway thatweâre from the future,â I told him. âKids didnât have backpacks in the old days. Weâll want to blend in, not stand out like a couple of freaks.â
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