Danny Clark
When Ralph was a teenager, he lived with my parents, Ed and Gladys Clark for a time. One day Ralph carved up an old shoe heel, and slipped the shavings into the cake batter my mother had put in the oven. When he questioned my mother about the funny smell in the kitchen, my mother was astonished to find black smoke rolling out of the oven. Ralph was laughing his head off.........my mother wasn't.