11/28/2012 5:00:00 AM
It was one of the great miracles of toy science. Thos geniuses at Kenner filled a rubber
action figure with corn syrup and, voila, you had something that would keep you occupied for
hours. With kids today you would need to include interfaces for Wi-Fi and the social
networks to create the same kind wonder that comes from stretching a guy from fifty inches
to five feet.
My friend Eddy left his original on, of all this, a heater’s radiator. That’s when we
discovered Stretch’s sweat, sticky blood. I wish Mom didn’t sell mine for a quarter thirty
years ago at the church rummage sale. EBay has some listed for thousands of dollars.
For a few years Hollywood has tried to put together a Stretch Armstrong movie. I’d go to see
it, if a free Stretch was included with the ticket price. I’d even throw in the corn syrup.