Railroaders place to shoot the shit.

The way to stop tantrums? Beat their little asses! My kids knew better. On the other hand, both my my sisters kids threw some epic tantrums. My niece would roll around on my floor screaming and kicking while her mother ignored her .... That pissed me off! The tantrum always culminated with niece throwing up. On.my.floor! Double pissed! Funny, when niece spent the night at my house I made it clear that we didn't tolerate hat crap..no tantrums. Rocket science I tell ya!

My old man always made sure we had something ta cry about. Whatever happened at the mill ta make his shift lousy, he'd come home and beat us. Guess that's what killed him at 53, back on Kersmuss Eve 1971. All that stress, and smoking unfiltered Pall Malls...