Today, and again my source for this is my west coast brother, is "Blame Someone Else Day." This day is celebrated on the first Friday the 13th of each year which should make it one of my favorite holidays. I was born on a 13, married on a 13 and had my first child on a 13, so it is my favorite number. My second child was born on a 10th. She just couldn't wait. But I digress. This same west coast brother, who is ten years younger than me, was a master of blaming someone else when he was a child. But, to give him due credit, he seldom got anyone else in trouble. His scapegoat was an imaginary friend named Rimrock. I think Rimrock left us for good about the time my brother started school but for a few years there he could be depended on to be responsible for whatever situation my brother found himself in. "Rimrock made me do it." "Rimrock told me to do it." or "Rimrock did it." were frequent responses to "What happened?" Don't get me wrong, my little brother was generally a very good child, but he didn't have any siblings close to his age to blame when things went wrong. so Rimrock was the next best thing. As for me, my other brother and I were only two years apart in age so we always had each other to blame.
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