![]() ![]() Picture it now: My teenage boy arms, encased in the straitjacket, cross my body in the front. “Hey, Dad,” I said, wondering how this could turn out funny, “Don’t pull that one too tight, please.” This buckle is where the remaining strap, hanging down in front, will be pulled up between the legs and buckled. Then, just above the last horizontal strap, is the vertical buckle. Once he finishes that one, there are three more horizontal straps to go. ![]() My arms, inside the sleeves, hang down to the sides of my body while my Dad begins to buckle the top horizontal strap, just at the back of the neck. ![]() I extended my arms out and slipped into the sleeves. I can imagine the joy of most dads when their teenage son asks to wrapped up, wholly confined and unable to move inside a straitjacket! My pastor-father a rather quiet, non-excitable man wasn’t jumping for joy - but I have no doubt there was a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk on his face.Īfter a basic review of the jacket and the little warning tag on it that said “WARNING: Patient Should Be Checked Frequently.”, Dad began to strap me in. I’d have to be strapped into it, not unlike a seat on one of those leg-dangling roller coasters.Īnd so I asked, “Dad, can you put this straitjacket on me?” The box from Daytona Magic was waiting for me as I arrived home that afternoon.īut this isn’t the kind of thing I can “practice” by myself. Some boys have sports heroes since I had a “sports bypass” as a young man-meaning I had no interest in sports-I chose America’s first real superhero. Having first read about Houdini in Walter Gibson’s Master Magicians I have been fascinated by his life. One particular effect I was enamored with was the Straitjacket. The following excerpt is from my forthcoming book, due out this Christmas… I hope it is a fun read and a blessing to you, today! Let me know what you think! ![]()
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