Blogin

    Seems like only yesterday I was talked into starting a blog. It was where we would all share stories, hopes, rants, ideas. Now it's a place I go to talk to a wall. OOOOOW There's a FB phrase. Now I FB with everyone else but there's no room or audience for stories, hopes, rants, ideas on FB.

   Peachy puts up pics of Tucker and I really appreciate that but the rest are MIA or should I say MIFB ;~)

   OK no more bitchin! Now there's a story!

   In '67 we moved from Southern California to Central Alabama. Culture shock beyond anything you can imagine. Hippies and Surf Bums to Buba and Birmingham. They were still rolling up the fire hoses. Civil Rights was a newspaper headline not something practiced in Montevallo.

   As a 'Navy Brat' moving every 2 years the first thing you did at a new Station was find a best friend. We'd only been civilians for 2 years but the family habit of bi-annual migration wasn't over. Anyhow I looked out my back door and there was Billy 'Bones' White working on his car in front of his garage. It was after dark and there was one of those large round shades with a light bulb under it suspended from an arm attached to the gable above the two hinged doors that almost wouldn't close due to the slight right tilt of the building.We were best friends from that day until graduation. I went to college Billy went to work.

    For the few short days (weeks?) before school started Billy tried to help me adjust to the new surroundings. One day while walking down the main street of town, which was only a block from our homes, Jimmy Brown stepped out of a store in front of us. Billy introduced us and in conversation I learned that Jimmy was Co-Captain of the football team. His first question was ' You gunna play?' This question was repeated by any and every person I met, no matter there gender or age. It was my first realization of how much football was a part of the southern creed. My answer was 'No', to Jimmy at that time and to all others later. Our conversation wained and the three of us continued down the sidewalk. Across the street a very pretty blond stepped out of a store, she smiled and waved, we waved back and i said "Now there's one Bitchin Babe". BAM! next thing I know Billy is helping me up while trying to keep Jimmy from hitting me again. "Hey what was that for?" Jimmy, "You just called Trish Baker a bitch and I'm gonna teach you to watch your mouth!" "Wait! Hold on! Where I come from Bitchin is as good as it gets. I was just saying how fine she looked." Jimmy, "Well you better find a better way of sayin it."

   It's amazing how fast you can change your vocabulary :~)