wing-shaped toy that supposedly comes right back to you
Ok, stick with me, here. It's 1964 and my uncle just gifted me with a boomerang. You know. The wing-shaped toy that supposedly comes right back to you when you throw it. Only it doesn't. Instead, it comes crashing into the living room picture window. Behind which is my dad, happily reading the Sunday paper. Chaos and Life Lessons ensue.