Project Kids C.L. Crider and Nevin Compton were two I remember. They got to come to school (Southboro) barefoot, bring their lunch in a brown paper bag, and liked to eat guavas. They were also the best athletes and all the girls loved them. None of the above applied to me.
Punch Boards The 1940’s equivalent of a game boy (on the bars in local beer joints). Later on; girls that hung out at the Cat Cave.
Play Period before we had Recess, PE, phys-ed etc. My second best subject in elementary school.
Keeps to Right when passing my best subject in elementary school.
40 cents a week amount my customers paid me to deliver the Miami Herald every day of the week plus a visit on Friday or Saturday to “collect”!
Rubber Machines For years I thought they held up the walls in truck stop men’s rooms.
Mysterious ring on your leather wallet what you got when you stopped believing the previous. (but might just as well have)
I love you. Do you love me? words on the little heart shaped Valentines Day cards….it was a multiple choice question Yes ( ) No ( ) Maybe ( )
Silver ID Bracelet A gift from my mother I wore for only one week after Christmas in 1955…fell in love, gave it to a girl. Susie Kennedy have you still got it? If so maybe …
Board Up what we did before a hurricane because we didn’t have TV or store bought bottled water and we didn’t know how to “Hunker Down”
Dirty Words painted under the bridges and overpasses……….you knew they were dirty, you just didn’t know why?
Savings Stamps At the post office or even in the classroom: purchase over time, then lick and paste 188 ten cent or 75 twenty-five cent individual stamps in a little book then exchange your book for a $25, 10 year Savings Bond.
Christmas Clubs Always a bank favorite; you get in your car and drive downtown, deposit 5 dollars each week for 50 weeks, then in December the bank gives you your $250 back to go shopping (or buy a bridge – your choice).
Nowalayme first word every night at bedtime
Test Pattern it had an Indian in the center circle and seemed to last forever
Mi-am-a the big town down US 1
Ra-vear-a the not so big a town (especially when the bluefish were running) up US 1
The Range Line State Road 7
Shelby Road now Forrest Hill Blvd west of the Seaboard RR
Judge Chillingsworth we were sure he was buried under the Jai-Alai fronton front wall?
Shuey’s the restaurant on the north side of the old US 1 Bridge at Jupiter
Brylcreem a little dab never did me
The Glades the whole world west of Sandy Campbell’s father’s church
Miami,… Daily,… News,… Paper……………Daily,… News,… Paper The timeless and immortal words the old crippled gentleman would beseech us with beside his wife outside Morrison’s Cafeteria on Sunday after church.
Gotta go now! Coffee is perking and my wife just told me to “go get the newspapers”. But I do have an announcement to make:
Tell all of my old football coaches, here and in Heaven, that I am finally a better player than all of those guys on all of the other teams that I ever played against. I can never forget that no matter who my coach was or whether it was Jr. High, PBHS, or college – we always got the same “pep-talk” before facing a particularly fierce opponent. At Conniston it was before the Palm Bowl when we would face the All Stars. As a Wildcat it came before we got walloped by Miami High or Edison, and at Georgia Tech I got the same advice from Bobby Dodd before facing Bear Bryant’s boys at Alabama …
“Just remember; they put their pants on one leg at a time just like you do!”
Here lately I find it all but impossible to balance on one leg, so I just sit down on the toilet, fit my feet into both legs of my trousers, then stand before pulling them up. Coach, I have finally arrived! Now if I could only still remember how to pee standing up, I could be “ALL AMERICAN”.
profile: definition ....
meaning: 1. a short description of someone's life, work, character, and information about the person's interests and beliefs.
meaning: 2. an outline of that same person's face as it is seen when someone is looking at them from the side. If you see someone in profile, you only see them from one side.
From these two definitions I can only conclude one thing: profiles as such and offered by job seekers, politicians, and aspiring writers, risk falling into very obvious categorical traps ..... they will be hopelessly self-edifying and boldly "two faced"!
To avoid these pitfalls I intend to state an illusion and immediately counter it with the fact. If the latter is too candid or disturbing, just disregard it! This will allow me to come off (in your estimation) as the fine upstanding, clean cut, like-minded, and adventurous elderly gentleman you were hoping for.
Illusion: I'm an accomplished "sailor" and have spent over 50 years routinely putting out to sea, first under canvas and in my latter years with only the diesel iron wind at my back.
Fact: In all of my voyages I've never spent more than eight or nine full nights underway and that was only because, over open water, Walker's Cay was too far from Palm City or Havana from Key West. In reality, as the sun begins to set I'm usually tucked into some snug little cove, the hook set, and an icy drink in my hand. I'm not an accomplished sailor, I'm a fantastic "anchorer"!
Illusion: I'm a semi-talented "writer" that creates interesting characters in situations and settings that, sometimes, move a story along.
Fact: In most cases, I am the "character" and I've already lived the story. Then all I need to do is figure out how to just pretend I'm sitting in some sleazy dive in the Keys after a few beers and start to tell my story to ........ (only problem is: .......... is it “i” before “e” except at sea?)
Illusion: Because I am openly conservative and speak with a Southern drawl, I'm looked upon as a right-wing good-ole-boy that picnics under Confederate monuments, lives and breathes Fox News, drives a gun-racked Ford 150, and wears his "Make America Great Again" hat to bed every night.
Fact: I'm very discouraged with what is going on in Washington in general and at the White House in particular. I supported its current occupant and, seeing what options are shaping up on the horizon, I may be forced to continue doing so but he(and we) could do so much better. Do I have to surrender my judgment and intellect to remain a Republican?
I won't dwell on the President's Smoot-Hawley like policies on trade and tariffs ... time and the markets will be the final arbiters and greed on my part forces me to hope for the best. Needless to say, I endorse his impact on the Judicial Branch of Government and I could care less what next week's "horndog rumor" and accompanying hush-money payoff have in store .... I'll leave that to his poor wife and "Morning Joe"! But I do have one pet peeve: we don't need a $5,000,000,000.00 wall to keep out Guatemalans and their Central American neighbors. They only constitute the latest installment in 4 centuries of migration to our shores and may be the hardest working bunch yet assembled. The hardships they are fleeing are not unlike the pogroms against Jews in the Middle East or the 19th century Irish potato famine. The seemingly demeaning statement of: "how would the roof ever get patched or the grass cut without them?" or a variation thereof has been directed at virtually every American's fore-bearers. Unless you stepped ashore on Plymouth Rock or the swampy landing at Jamestown, there was always somebody "better than you" waiting to curse your arrival ……… or put you in chains.
On the flip side of all of this, and without inserting its own Illusion, we don't need porn starlets and their attorneys being featured on Sunday morning talk shows answering pointed questions from wax haired "contributors" about our Presidents libido! What we do desperately need is a media culture that will demand the resurrection and employment of an old concept ...... news REPORTING! On my home cable TV hookup; Fox News is on channel 44 and MSNBC resides on 42. The Guide tells me that the channel between them ...43 ... is dedicated to financial news but that can't be true. The call letters may be CNBC but, judging from the disparity in the adjacent editorializing, it must be Star Wars! ..... the distance between the adjoining galaxies is so "far, far, away"?
Over the past few months I've become a reluctant, almost incarcerated, soccer fan. The game is played, not with a pitch .... but on one, lasts an hour and a half, and often ends with a score of nil-nil. I endure all this because my sole source of, even remotely, unbiased television news and happenings in the good old USA can be found only on the British Broadcasting Corp ..... go Cardiff City!
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