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THE EIGHT FOOT LAW

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THE EIGHT FOOT LAW

WHAT IS THE EIGHT FOOT LAW?

The legal restrictions used by various societies over the years known by the term "8 Foot Law" (or similar incarnations) have a rich history. 5,280 years ago, on a Tuesday, the Egyptian Slave Laborers Union Local 377 successfully bargained for an 8 foot space between where they ate and where they were whipped. In the Middle Ages in England, King James ordered that severed heads be placed on poles 10 feet apart (I wouldn't touch that with a 10 foot pole!) for the populace to see and be taught a lesson in justice. At one point, there were so many displayed heads in Tower Square that the distance between them had to be reduced. Hence, the "8 Foot Law" was then enacted. (Parliament thought it was a great idea as the 10 foot poles were taking up many of their parking spaces). NYC Trolleys continued the tradition in the 20th Century to prevent passengers from getting their heads severed by automobiles.

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What were your favorite games when you were a kid?

Polo and synchronized swimming. All my friends kept their polo ponies in Claremont Park. The stablemaster there, Fuzzy, used to take such good care of them. We played every Monday and Thursday after morning services. Such fun!

For the synchronized swimming we used the pool at the Concourse Plaza Hotel. The poolmaster there, Pierre, used to take such good care of us. But I often wondered what he did with those underwater photos he took of the girls. While the children of the lower classes played potsy and jumped rope in the streets, our crowd (restricted, of course) enjoyed the things that really mattered.

 

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