Tom Purcell, 6/16/2016 [Archive]

For Father's Day The Apple Core and the Toilet

Editor's Note: A prior version of this column was distributed in 2013.

By Tom Purcell

I don't know what I was thinking: In 1973, when I was 11, I flushed an apple core down the toilet, an action I would come to regret.

As it went, my father had remodeled our basement into a family room. He installed the inexpensive pine paneling common to the times. He also built a small bathroom, which would be the bane of his existence for more than 30 years.

My father, always looking to save a buck ---- he had six kids to feed, after all ---- bought the cheapest toilet he could find. It never did work right. He spent much of his spare time unplugging it.

Armed with this knowledge, then, it is remarkable I did what I did.

One Sunday morning, after chomping on a large Washington apple, I lay on the family room couch, too lazy to go upstairs to the kitchen to dispose of it. (My father warned against throwing apple cores in the downstairs garbage can, as they would draw ants.)

About then I noticed, some 12 feet away, that the toilet lid was up. In a moment of insanity, I aimed the core at the toilet and flicked my wrist. The core floated majestically in the air, a perfect trajectory, and landed in the center of the bowl with a satisfying "kir-plunk!"

I flushed it and never gave it another thought.

Six months later, another clogging was reported with that toilet. As fate would have it, this happened on a Sunday morning. I lay on the couch, holding another Washington apple. I watched television, while my father fought to free the plug.

But nothing would free it. The plunger failed, but not before my father was soaking wet. Two jars of Drano had no effect. Even the plumber's snake, which my father always borrowed from the Krieger's next door when all other measures failed, was unable to dislodge the blockage.

In a fit of rage, my father unbolted the toilet from the floor. In one mighty heave, he lifted it off its mount and set it in front of the television. My mother was there by now, desperately trying to calm him. I walked over for a closer look, horrified by what I was about to witness.

My father knelt before a black hole in the floor. Despite mother's protestations, he reached his mighty paw inside it, then his forearm, then his biceps. His head was now pressed against the damp floor, the veins in his temples ready to explode.

His eyes lit up. He had something. He carefully removed his biceps, then his forearm, then his paw. He was on his knees now staring at his clenched fist. He unpeeled his fingers slowly. In the center of his palm was a black, rotten apple core.

I could go into detail about my father's incredible reaction ---- how he ran through the house shouting, "Who the hell flushed an apple core down the toilet?" I could describe the shock and horror he felt when he discovered that I, his 11-year-old son and only hope in carrying on the family name, was the imbecile who did it.

But I won't. I will tell you I was paralyzed with fear that day, a fear born out of respect. My father loved me and wanted the best for me, I know now. He wanted me to master basic virtues ---- certainly to master common sense ---- and I'd failed him.

At the time, it would have been great if he were a father like the hapless idiots portrayed on television these days. But lucky for me he was, and still is, a man. Unlike too many fathers today, he was firm and strong and unafraid to confront me and discipline me in the unpleasant challenge of preparing me for life.

The hard feelings the apple core incident caused have mostly been forgotten. Still, every now and then I receive a call late at night. I answer and hear a familiar male voice:

"Why the hell did you flush an apple core down the toilet?"

©2015 Tom Purcell. Tom Purcell, author of "Misadventures of a 1970's Childhood" and "Wicked Is the Whiskey," a Sean McClanahan mystery novel, both available at Amazon.com, is a Pittsburgh Tribune-Review humor columnist and is nationally syndicated exclusively by Cagle Cartoons Inc. For info on using this column in your publication or website, contact Sales@cagle.com or call (805) 969-2829. Send comments to Tom at Tom@TomPurcell.com.

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