“Today’s Friday, boys,” Yogi said, his brow furrowed. “And school started a few days ago.” 

Yogi picked up an old hubcap and flung it across the yard. G sprinted after it. I’ve never seen anything in my life fly as far as that hubcap. Bones was practically jumping out of his Chucky T’s he was so excited. 

“You threw that thing farther than Tom Brady!” Bones was so excited. 

The giant man looked at Bones quizzically, then laughed. “Tom who?” 

“He’s a football player. He plays for—”

The big man waved his hands. “Never mind that. You boys should be in school! Got to be educated or you’ll end up like me and G, a junkyard man and a Junkyard Dogg!” He laughed so loud you could’ve heard him in Glen Rock, the next town over. 

When he had said “dog,” G had come flying over the piles of tires with the hubcap in her mouth. She placed it at our feet and looked up at us as if to say, “Go ahead, you throw it.”

I picked up the non-slobber side of the hubcap and wound up my arm for an epic throw when—RING!!!

A phone must’ve been hooked up to a speaker system because we could hear it clear across the yard. I looked around and spotted a pay phone attached to the side of the shack. G was staring intently at Yogi, and I soon figured out why.

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