PLEASE MARK FRIDAY, JULY 25 & SATURDAY, JULY 26 ON YOUR CALENDERS.
I am now planning a short vacation around those dates because our Dothan High School Class of '68 RHGN Reunion will be held at The Basketcase
on South Oates Street Saturday night, July 27.
I wanna leave Tuscaloosa before Wednesday, July 23 and I MUST
be back in the office before 8 A.M. Friday, August 1st
or my property manager, Karen,
will order that I be skinned alive
& that my unfortunate light skin hide
be tacked up on the front porch of Pake Realty Company.
During my week off I plan to visit some of my old buddies between Bayou La Batre & Apalach.
I really want to have a big time while I'm in Dothan on Friday, July 25 so I need y'all to help me encourage someone to book a big act at Cowboy's or The Civic Center or anywhere else around Dothan on Friday night, July 25.
When we had our 30th reunion in the summer of '98, somebody booked the Swingin' Medallions http://www.medallions.com/
at Poplar Head Mule Company & ,man-OH-MAN!
IT TURNED INTO A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.
The Medallions are already booked for July 26 at the kingfish tournament in Jacksonville
so they're probably not available for a Friday night gig
I'd still love to help in any way in planning A LARGE TIME
for that last weekend of July
IN THE GOTHAM CITY
ENCOURAGING ALL UV Y'ALL TO RESPOND TO THIS EMAIL WITH ANY SUGGESTIONS OR OTHER UNWANTED COMMENTS.
As always, THE DHS SENIORS OF SIXTY EIGHT
THE HELP THEY CAN GIT!
Boy, am I gonna have trouble staying on a budget over the next few months.
I definitely want to go to Mobile to see Our Body.
I wanna go to the beach next month & I want to give myself a 58th birthday gift of tickets to the Alison Krause & Robert Plant show at the BJCC on Saturday, April 26.
Then there's a three day music festival in June in Enterprise with Hank Jr., ZZ Top, Skynyrd etc., etc.
Whew, where in the hell i$
the time & the money when ya need it?
The Brazilian Kid went with Christopher to see Yonder Mountain String Band http://www.myspace.com/yondermountainstringband
in B'ham Thursday night.
He told me Christopher was up in front of the stage with the band
& a guy in the band asked Christopher what he wanted to hear &
Christopher requested some song with "THE DEAD" in it.
The Brazilian kid was absolutely amazed that the band asked Christopher to choose the next song.
That ain't unusual for Christopher.
That boy grew up on a barstool.
He looked up & said "Yes, sir!" to Wilson Pickett.
The first sound check he ever went to was for Widespread Panic & it was so loud he had to leave.
Now he's been to 9 Panic shows.
Don't talk to him about Steppenwolf.
Been there. Done that.
& waiting to do it again!!!!!!!!!!!
Willie Nelson tossed Christopher his hat during his show at City Fest in Tuskaloosa
& B.B. King did the same thing with picks.
The only person he threw guitar picks to was Christopher.
Ya know The Beatles were like 4 ELVISES!
Us folksizz at ZERO, NORTHWEST FLA.
GOT a little of THE DOPE
on George & John wid a teenie weenie bit on Paul.
(how come no rumors came out of N.O. when WINGS recorded)
& absolutely nothing on Ringo.
What up wid dat?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT ABOUT A FREE MUSIC SITE FOR OLD FARTS:
Just hit me & I thought you might be able to do something about it.
FREE? How bout...$2 for all songs that cause semi-erections thinking bout former girlfriends....
$5 for sad songs that still make you cry cause you got shafted...
I think we got a business plan.
As many of you know
I have been reading CATCH 22
& I relate to it a lot because it reminds me of what my Daddy went through with the 446 Bomb Squad of the 321 Bomb Group of the 12 Air Force of The United States Army Air Corps.
Here are a couple of excerpts from CATCH 22:
image courtesy of http://www.answers.com/topic/catch-22-film?cat=entertainment
A conversation between Dunbar & Dr. Stubbs from Chapter 10 of CATCH 22:
The silence seemed bottomless when he stopped talking. Night fell. There was a sense of vast isolation.
"Turn on the light," Dunbar suggested.
"There's no light. I don't feel like starting my generator. I used to get a big kick out of saving people's lives. Now I wonder what the hell's the point, since they all have to die anyway."
"Oh, there's a point, all right," Dunbar assured him.
"Is there? What is the point?"
"The point is to keep them from dying for as long as you can."
"Yeah, but what's the point, since they all have to die anyway?"
"The trick is not to think about that."
"Never mind the trick. What the hell's the point?"
Dunbar pondered in silence for a few moments. "Who the hell knows?"
I love the hell out of this quote:
- They couldn't dominate Death inside the hospital, but they certainly made her behave. They had taught her manners. They couldn't keep death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady. People gave up the ghost with delicacy and taste inside the hospital. There was none of that crude, ugly ostentation about dying that was so common outside the hospital. They did not blow up in mid-air like Kraft or the dead man in Yossarian's tent, or freeze to death in the blazing summertime the way Snowden had frozen to death after spilling his secret to Yossarian in the back of the plane.
"There, there," Yossarian had tried to comfort him. "There, there."
They didn't take in on the lam weirdly inside a cloud the way Clevinger had done. They didn't explode into blood and clotted matter. They didn't drown or get or get struck by lightning, mangled by machinery or crushed in landslides. They didn't get shot to death in hold-ups, strangled to death in rapes, stabbed to death in saloons, bludgeoned to death with axes by parents or children, or die summarily by some other act of God. Nobody choked to death. People bled to death like gentlemen in an operating room or expired without comment in an oxygen tent. There was none of that tricky now-you-see-now-you-don't business so much in vogue outside the hospital, none of that now-I-am-and-now-I-ain't. There were no famines or floods. Children didn't suffocate in cradles or iceboxes or fall under trucks. No one was beaten to death. People didn't stick their heads into ovens with the gas on, jump in front of subway trains or come plummeting like dead weights out of hotel windows with a whoosh!, accelerating at the rate of thirty-two feet per second to land with a hideous plop! on the sidewalk and die disgustingly there in public like an alpaca sack full of hairy strawberry ice cream, bleeding, pink toes awry.
All things considered, Yossarian often preferred the hospital, even though it had its faults. The help tended to be officious, the rules, if heeded, restrictive, and the management meddlesome. Since sick people were apt to be present, he could not always depend on a lively young crowd in the same ward with him, and the entertainment was not always good. He was forced to admit that the hospitals had altered steadily for the worse as the war continued and one moved closer to the battlefront, the deterioration in the quality of the guests becoming most marked within the combat zone itself where the effects of booming wartime conditions were apt to make themselves conspicuous immediately. The people got sicker and sicker the deeper he moved into combat, until finally in the hospital that last time there had been the soldier in white, who could not have been any sicker without being dead, and he soon was...
Dothan Eagle Sat. Feb.9,2008,page 8A,article
"JUST A LITTLE
OFF THE BOTTOM" by Greg Bluestien,Associated Press.
I do not have a
scanner or I would send you this article.
It is about the 35th
You would find it very entertaining,since you knew A.Ellicot
and G. Washington and a squaw from the Ride-a-ho tribe.
If you can't
find this article, e-mail me and I will save it.
image by Buddy Henry
WATER HAS RETURNED TO THE HOG FARM!!!!