Friday, September 19, 2008



by Bob Carlton

The last time Andy Stuckey

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Andy Stuckey

brought a movie back to his home state of Alabama, it was the big fish tale "Mullet Toss."

This time, Stuckey and his Dothan buddies Harris Mendheim

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Harris Mendheim

and Brian Saliba return to Birmingham for the Alabama premiere of their Southern-fried comedy "Skiptracers" which plays next weekend's Sidewalk Moving Picture Festival.

"We all kind of combined heads and came up with a ridiculous story about bail-bonding pee-wee football coaches in south Alabama," Stuckey says in a phone call from New York, where he now lives. "We didn't figure there were too many movies out there about that.

"It was certainly an original idea," Stuckey goes on. "It's not like you're going to hear someone say, 'Oh, another bail-bonding, pee-wee football movie set in south Alabama."

Their film tied for the audience choice award for best narrative feature earlier this month at the Rome International Film Festival in Rome, Ga. At Sidewalk, it plays Saturday, Sept. 27, at 6:30 p.m. at the Alabama Showplace next to the Alabama Theatre, 1817 Third Ave. North.

The movie traces its roots back to Stuckey, Mendheim and Saliba's hometown of Dothan, where they all attended the same high school, and where Mendheim's father and uncle were legendary pee-wee football coaches.

"At one point, they had a nine-year winning streak that spanned 74 games," Mendheim, who directed and co-wrote "Skiptracers," says. "We borrowed some of that and embellished a little bit, as well."

They filmed the movie over a month's time last fall in Dothan.

"Ninety percent of the movie we shot in Dothan," Stuckey says. "We called in favors from all of our friends, anybody that we worked with in the past.

"We just had to shoot in my hometown," he adds. "Only there could we get the kind of support we needed. It was truly independent in every sense of the word."

Mendheim, who also works in the movie and television business in New York, started writing the screenplay to "Skiptracers" while he was a student at Georgia Tech, where he played football until an injury cut his career short after two seasons.

"I took up writing and put myself through what I call my own film school over there," Mendheim says. "They were teaching me business management and I was watching whatever movies I could get my hands on and writing screenplays."

Meanwhile, Stuckey, who graduated from the University of Alabama and interned at Birmingham's ABC 33/40, began working at NBC in New York City, where he was an assistant for "Saturday Night Live" producer Lorne Michaels.

In 2000, he and Mendheim came back to Alabama to make their offbeat beat documentary "Mullet Toss," which takes place at the annual Interstate Mullet Toss at the Flora-Bama Lounge near Orange Beach. The film played here at the WorkPlay Theatre two years later.

"We keep in touch with all the guys at the Flora-Bama and all the folks we met down there," Stuckey says. "But I haven't been back down there forever."

He and Mendheim look forward to their return trip to Alabama for the Sidewalk screening of "Skiptracers," though.

"Birmingham has always been good to us," Stuckey says, "and I hope that continues."

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Bob Carlton is a senior reporter for The Birmingham News. E-mail him at

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All the members of THE POSSUM DEN LODGE #2 @ 2609 Univ. Blvd. in Tusc. wanna
make sure you go to the Alabama premiere of SKIPTRACERS
@ the Alabama Showplace next to THE ALABAMA THEATRE during the Sidewalk Film Festival
next Saturday, September 27 @ 6:30 P.M..

Hey Roberto,

I also am one of those left leaning liberal
liberatines who does not necessarily agree with much
of your politics. I will vote for the Black Irishman
O'Bama over the old man, old way white Republican, if
for no other reason than to make a change. But I was a
journalism major in college, and firmly believe in the
freedom of the press and speech as two of our great
rights granted by those other old white men a couple
hundred years ago. Keep it up. No reason for Shut
Mouth. Another viewpoint is always stimulating for the
intellect. If we close our minds to other thoughts and
ideas, we would all be way too boring. So please leave
me on distribution of your e-mails. I do not have to
agree with your politics to find your e-mails and
blogs incredibly intertaining.

Your left-leaning friend for about 35 years, Jim

I published it again for the benefit of the public.

Johnny Townsend

I had just turned 21 and had been in Los Angeles about 8 months with a
named Heart (not the one with the Canadian chicks in it) consisting of
members of the Rockin' Gibraltars from Montgomery and me. I got a call
night from this promotion man at Warner Brothers, who had taking a
liking to
us and he said for me to get ready he was coming by to pick me up. He
say where we were going, just to be ready. No one else was around at
time, so I got dressed and went out on a spontaneous adventure.
We were down the freeway when he decided to let me know where we were
headed. As it turns out, we were going to the Forum in Inglewood to see
final appearance of Cream
. Being a "wet behind the ears" kid from
Alabama in
those days, I was completely hypnotized the whole evening, standing
off stage by the monitor console watching the concert. After the show,
went backstage where I was introduced to Clapton, Jack Bruce, Ginger
and a host of others.
Shortly thereafter, I found myself cruising up Benedict Canyon in the
Hollywood Hills
headed for some other destination unknown to me.
The house we wound up at was then owned by some rock n roll groupie who
happened to be the VP of some steel company. He rented it out to rock
luminaries of the time when they were touring in the area. The current
resident was a left handed guitar phenom named Jimi. As we passed
the gate, my friend Russ pointed out a number of names written on the
large stone wall that lined the driveway. Apparently the owner of the
had many of his guests sign that wall. Among the signatures I could read
John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Jimi, Janis.... and on and on. When we
got to
the front door, we were met by Ginger Baker riding a Harley through the
living room, and it got better from there. There were instruments being
up in the vacuous living room while lots of folks were gathered around
pool on the patio. I found myself some liquid refreshment and victuals
wandered around the house on my personal grand tour. I hung out in the
billiard room shooting 8 ball with a skinny English guy who I could
barely understand. It wasn't until much later, I learned his name was
Beck. We drifted back upstairs when we heard music playing and got
just in time to see Buddy Miles and Eric plugging in and warming up.
wandered over and picked up a black strat and it all started to come
together in my mind just who this cat was. I had told him while we were
shooting pool that I did a little singing, so he encouraged me to
grab a
microphone. Over the course of the next hour, I was priviledged to sit
and sing with 3 of the all time great rock n roll guitar players
, Eric
Jeff Beck
and of course this left handed black kid named Jimi
wandered out of his bedroom to show them a few licks they missed. I got
so good, no one could talk to me for a week.
I got some great
from everybody. I sang Higher and Higher with Buddy Miles, and got to
Stormy Monday, Crossroads and Rollin' and Tumblin all by my self with my
"back up band". Over the course of the evening, Eric and I sat and
mostly about music and being away from home. I remember him asking
Muscle Shoals and his intention of doing some recording there. As
wound down about daybreak, I couldn't find my friend that I came with
so I
called a cab and went back to the place where my band was staying and
the sleep of the innocent all day and most of that night. I never saw
any of
those guys again but that night always comes fresh in my memory every
one of their names comes up. I realize it's not altogether an Eric
story, but it's the one I have to tell. Getting to play with those guys
to be THE highlight of my young musical career
Mo Later,
Johnny Townsend
Just wanted to make one correction to my previous story about Clapton
et al
I did see Jimi Hendrix again after that night. Apparently, the
of my performance that night at the party plus my friend, the promotion
at Warner Bros., got us hooked up with some tour dates with Jimi a few
months after. We did a half dozen dates with Jimi, Mitch and Noel in
California. That experience had to rate right up there with the night
"The Party".
Mo Later,
Johnny Townsend

Friday, May 20, 2005


Looks like a firestorm is a brewing. By the way, who is RP? He may know a different Johnny Townsend than I do, but has he worked with him, been in business with him? Me thinks not. Anyhow, Townsend isn't worth this much verbiage. I simply wanted to get the facts straight about a very memorable night Keith and I spent at the party for Cream. And unless Rusty, Keith's and my memories are ALL faulty, JT was not there. End of story!

Bobby Dupree

Subject: Re: Remember One THANG : Don't Ever Let The Words "Robert Register" Pass Through Your Lips!!!
Date: Fri, 20 May 2005 18:18:30 -0500

This is laughable, just like the lies he wrote about an event that he didn't even attend. As far as leaving him in a lurch, he did everything he could to split up our band, and cause annimosity at a time when we were all struggling just to put food on the table. I think that Keith, Rusty and I have pretty good memories about those times, and we all three agree that what he wrote is pure lies, written to make himself out as some super star that he never was. And that Mama's boys line is the one he used on Rusty right after the butcher knife incident I told you about. The fact is, no one could stand Townsend. Thanks for printing the truth Robert.
Bobby Dupree

I just read to Keith Brewer the STORY Johnny Townsend wrote about the night of the Cream farewell concert. He said if Townsend ever comes back to Alabama we're gonna kick his ass. Keith, as well as both Rusty and I, are absolutely amazed at how Townsend can take a moment from our lives, and make it appear to be his experience. One thing Townsend didn't "REMEMBER" is that George Harrison was there. Other corrections to his "REMEMBERANCE" are 1: Ginger Baker wasn't riding a Harley inside the house, 2: there was no jam session, 3: Eric Clapton wasn't there, 4: We only played one gig with Jimi Hendrix and that was at the Bakersfield Civic Center. Keith and I are going to sit down and write the total EXPERIENCE between Heart and Jimi Hendrix. This will set the record straight!
Bobby Dupree

The Jimi Hendrix EXPERIENCE!

You can read the story of the metamorphosis of The Rockin' Gibraltars into Heart, the band, in the Greg Haynes book "The Hey Baby Days of Beach Music". We, the Rockin' Gibraltars (Sonny Grier, Rusty Crumpton, Ed Sanford, Keith Brewer, and Bobby Dupree) had landed a recording contract with Warner/Reprise Record Company. Sonny was married and his wife was expecting a baby, so he decided not to go to LA, which is what prompted us to get Johnny Townsend in the band. After writing a few songs, recording them at Fame Studios in Muscle Shoals, adding Johnny Townsend, and changing our name to Heart we moved to 12221 Ventura Boulevard, Studio City California. After arriving in LA, our manager Bob Hinkle took us to Warner Brothers to meet Mo Osten, Executive Vice President of Warner/Reprise Records, and the staff members who would be involved with our recordings and promotions. Warner's and Mo Osten had assigned Russ Shaw as our promotion agent and we met Russ that first day. Russ was obviously a talented promotion man, because Warner's had also assigned to him Jimi Hendrix. Of course by that time in June of 1968 Jimi was a huge star, and had already released his first two albums Are You Experienced? and Axis: Bold As Love. That summer of 1968, Russ called us and told us to get dressed, that we were going up to meet Jimi Hendrix. Russ was gearing us up to be the opening act for Jimi's new tour. We drove up to a palatial home in Benedict Canyon above Hollywood, and after getting cleared at the gate, went inside. We stood there in the living room looking around and on the wall was a group promo picture signed by the Beatles. It was the very recognizable picture with them in the gray collarless jackets, Paul with a cigarette in his hand. We found out that the house belonged to the guy that owned Cadillac Steel, and that he leased the house to many of the stars when they were in town. Pretty soon Jimi came out, dressed in a red bathrobe and looking pretty sleepy. Jimi was a very calm, laid back guy, very normal considering his stardom. I felt really calm around him, although the earlier anticipation of meeting him had initially made me a little nervous. After all of the introductions and shaking hands, he asked "Where you guys from?" Then, very quickly, he said "No, let me guess. Just talk a little." So we chatted a bit and he said "You're from Alabama." Well, we couldn't believe he knew, and all anxiously answered, "Yeah, how'd you know?" He said, "Just keep on talking." So we chatted some more and he said, "You're from Montgomery, right?" Well that was almost spooky, and someone said "How did you know that?" He started telling us that he'd been stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia when he was in the Army and used to come up to Montgomery and jam with B.B. King at the Lakos and Elks Clubs, two very popular black clubs in Montgomery. He went on to say that South Alabamians had a completely different accent than North Alabamians. We didn't even know that! So we sat there talking and he reached over and grabbed an acoustic guitar. He said "I bet you've never seen this." He turned the guitar over and showed us where he'd broken the guitar body right behind the neck, so that when he put the guitar in his lap, like playing a dobro, he could push down on the top of the body and the whole neck would de-tune. He asked if anyone had a lighter, and I had this old Zippo, so I gave it to him. He started playing some slide blues that had the most incredible sound, nothing like I'd ever heard. There was the slide sound, but then he would push down the body and the whole thing would de-tune, producing a very dark, bluesy sound that is beyond description.
Rusty remembers, "Also, I think a few days before, I heard a few songs on the radio from his new album, Electric Ladyland. I think he was there for his west coast tour to promote the new album. The only conversation I took part in & remember was about All Along the Watchtower (a B. Dylan song). I told him it was a masterpiece, so many different guitar styles in one song...he said, "Thanks man, it wasn't easy." It is still one of my most favorite guitar songs of all time."
We just hung around for a while, and met some of his roadies. They were all English cats, and they were consuming mass quantities of tallboys, cans of beer. We had a beer and then left.
On the 18th and 19th of October, 1968, Cream played at the Forum in LA in what was billed as the Wheels of Fire Tour, but also was known as their Farewell Tour. Keith and I were sitting at the house in Studio City and Russ Shaw showed up at the door. He asked where the other guys were, and we told him that Rusty and Ed had dates, and Townsend was shacked up in his room with his girlfriend Lisa. He said to get dressed quick; we were going to a party. We hurried up and jumped in his car and took off toward the canyons. We arrived at Jimi's house, and after being cleared at the gate we went in. Jimi was throwing a party for Cream's Farewell Concert, and we were lucky to have been invited. We went in and there were lots of folks, some eating the finger food, some with drinks. As I stood there I saw Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce. Jack was playing this M or L model Hammond organ, and Ginger was nervously knocking things off the tables. Keith remembers, "Ginger still had a couple of teeth in his head and he looked a little unstable, but I think that was his normal appearance." Keith and I just mingled as much as we could, but didn't really fit in that crowd. There was a room off the living room downstairs that had a pool table, so we wandered down there. Keith started playing pool with this skinny guy and I sat down on the fireplace hearth, my elbows on my knees. I was looking down and saw two legs walk up, wearing high top black Converse All-stars and tuxedo pants. I looked up and it was George Harrison. I just about went into shock! As he walked by, I got up and watched him go outside and climb up on a large rock waterfall that connected to the swimming pool. He sat up there and just gazed at the stars.
After a couple of hours Russ brought us back to the house. Keith remembers, "Right before we left the party, some guy came downstairs where me and this guy were playing pool and said, 'Hey Jeff, let's go. We're all going somewhere to jam.' It was only then that I realized I'd been shooting pool with Jeff Beck."
A day or so after this night, we were rehearsing a new song, and Townsend, in his condescending manner, started harassing Rusty about the part he was playing. Rusty said,"I'm gonna go up stairs and work on this for a while." Townsend said, "You're such a mama's boy, why don't you just go back home and work on it." Now, Rusty Crumpton is probably the most easy going, emotionally steady, laid back guys I've ever known. In all the years I'd known Rusty, traveling on the roads in the South and playing all those gigs, and even enduring some pretty harrowing situations rumbling with the local rednecks, I had never known Rusty to loose it. But that night he did! Rusty wasn't a very big guy when the band started, and after being out in LA where we were practically starving to death, Rusty was even smaller. When Townsend made that "Mama's boy" crack, Rusty totally lost it. He went in the kitchen, which was close to our practice room and got a steak knife, and came back into where we were practicing, and lunged at Townsend. Lucky for Townsend that Kim Payne, our road manager, was close by and grabbed Rusty before he inserted that knife in a vital part of Johnny's body. Kim said, "Rooster you can't kill him," and Rusty, struggling, said, "I'm not gonna kill him, I'm just gonna cut him a little." Man what a scene! The ironic thing is that Townsend had said that sort of passive/aggressive thing to everyone in the band, condescending snipes and insults that were sort of jabs below the belt, and we all had probably thought of doing the same thing to him that Rusty had just been stopped from doing. Shortly after this night Rusty went back home to Alabama. Rusty had been accepted to attend college at the University of Alabama and he figured that since we were starving, not playing much-at least not enough to validate staying out there, weren't recording as much as signed artists of Warner Brothers should be, and playing music that was so far from what our roots in music had led us to be playing, he'd just go on back to Alabama. As Keith tells it, "We had a great band, when Sonny played in it, and we played nothing but R&B and Soul music. Now, Townsend was writing all that crap he thought was gospel music, like 'The Train' and 'Someone Somewhere' (two of Johnny's originals that were what I call milk toast music). We'd lost our basic sound and the heart of our music was gone."
Johnny had been planning to replace Rusty for some time as evidenced by a phone conversation overheard by Keith and Rusty where Johnny was talking Tippy Armstrong into coming out and playing with us, and after Rusty left, Tippy did come out to be our guitar player. Russ Shaw booked us to open up for Jimi at the Bakersfield Civic Center. We played our set and got off stage so Jimi could come on and do his show. I went up to the dressing room to change, and then went back down and stood at the side of the stage. Jimi played a couple of songs, and then started his rendition of "The Stars Spangled Banner". Not many people know this, but Jimi was very patriotic, he even supported the war in Viet Nam. He was also Airborne certified.
But back to the story.
The manager of the Bakersfield Civic Center was an old WWII veteran, and of course he was very patriotic too. When he heard Jimi playing "The Stars Spangled Banner" the way only Jimi could play it, the guy got so pissed off, that he went back behind the stage and cut off the power. All that was heard was Mitch Mitchell's drums ringing through the auditorium. Well, Jimi went back behind the curtains and said, "Who turned off the power?" The WWII vet said "I did." Jimi went over to him and slugged this guy in the face, knocking him off the stage. Of course, all HELL broke loose, and cops and Warner Brothers executives were everywhere. The cops were going to arrest Jimi but after some negotiations, and a $5000.00 check Russ Shaw made out to the guy, the concert was stopped, and Jimi got in his stretch limo with his two white girlfriends and went back to LA.
This is the true EXPERIENCE we had with Jimi Hendrix. We never saw him or played with him again.
Bobby Dupree with Rusty Crumpton and Keith Brewer

& got 2,930,000 hits.

Here's the first one:

College is a Waste of Time and Money
Caroline Bird

A great majority of our nine million college
students are not in school because they want to
be or because they want to learn. They are there
because it has become the thing to do or because
college is a pleasant place to be; because it's the
only way they can get parents or taxpayers to
support them without getting a job they don't
like; because Mother wanted them to go, or
some other reason entirely irrelevant to the
course of studies for which college is supposedly

As I crisscross the United States lecturing
on college campuses, I am dismayed to find
that professors and administrators, when pressed
for a candid opinion, estimate that no more than
25 percent of their students are turned on by
classwork. For the rest, college is at best a social
center or aging vat, and at worst a young
folks' home or even a prison that keeps them out
of the mainstream economic life for a few more


Bar none, this is probably the best hurricane information website I have ever seen. Bookmark this page. You will need to keep it for quick reference about any storm out there.

Hey Roberto,
I had a Wilbur moment today and did a remix of his cut from 1973 called "Eternity". It is on our my space page. I have marked that song as available for download and will keep it for download for the next week. Normally I don't allow downloading for unreleased songs. I am not going to announce that is available for free download to the world, however anyone who is a Roberto Reg regular (almost had an alliteration there) is welcome to download the cut. There are some great lyrics in the song and it is classic Wilbur. Not sure who all is playing, I believe that Wilbur told me that Johnny Mulkey is playing acoustic guitar.. could be Jimmy Dean playing bass.. anyway it can be found at

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Hey y'all~

Happy Birthday to Ken Kesey

You cannot believe how f*ckin' rotten this old world is!

We called a fellow landlord today who's hackberry tree happened to break off about 20 feet above the ground & land on our house.

We asked her how she was gonna take care of it & she said, " I ain't gonna do a damn thang, I already cut that tree up that fell on the vacant lot!"

Say what?!!!!



Subject: The DHS Multi Class Reunion image is not "WEB READY" so it's such a pain in the ass that all I can do is turn you on to the link

Robert, the first ever Multi-Class Reunion for the Classes of the Sixties will take place in Dothan November 21 and 22. Attached is our announcement to the Class of '62. While it is billed as the reunion for the Classes of the Sixties, it is open to anyone who attended Dothan High School, whether they graduated from there or not, regardless when they attended. The Classes of '60, '61, '62' and '63 have organized for this. There are a number coming from the Class of '64, as well as a handful from '59, '65. and '66. I am the contact person for the Class of '62, and I have volunteered to coordinate people from other classes who do not have an official representative contacting them.
>Attached is the official announcement letter and a return form, in .PDF format and in Word format. There will be a lot of Golden Oldies music, good cheer, good company, and booze for cash. Can you post this to your horde or rockers, many of whom came from DHS? If any of them want to attend, they should fill in the form, sign their checks, and mail them in as indicated. If they have any questions or concerns, they should contact me at 610-658-6317, and I'll try to sort it all out. Oh, by the way, you're welcome to attend as well. I think Tom is coming down for it as well.

William Arthur Wheatley, R.A.
Chairman and Chief Executive Officer
Wheatley US Limited
2 Bala Plaza, Suite 300
Bala Cynwyd, PA 19004-1501, USA
Tel. +1 610-660-7819
Fax: +1 610-667-8147
Tel. Direct to Mr. Wheatley +1 610-658-0579
Mr. Wheatley's Cell Phone +1 610 517 6666

Fax Direct to Mr. Wheatley +1 610-658-6318
Toll Free within the USA: +1 877-WHEATL-1


Remember that story I told you
when I gave you that copy of Dothan Magazine
with the article about Inez's
about my old girlfriend whose husband is accused of knowingly failing to remit to the IRS $181,810,518.66


You're not just a person in my life from 1966.

You are THE person.



Its automatic when i
Talk with old friends
The conversation turns to
Girls we knew when their
Hair was soft and long and the
Beach was the place to go

Suntanned bodies and
Waves of sunshine the
California girls and a
Beautiful coastline
Warmed up weather
Lets get together and
Do it again

With a girl the lonely sea looks good
Makes your nighttimes warm and out of sight

Been so long
(hey now hey now hey now hey now hey now)
(hey now hey now hey now hey now hey now)

Well I've been thinking bout
All the places weve surfed and danced and
All the faces weve missed so lets get
Back together and do it again




God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

Living each[one] day at a time. Enjoying each[one] moment at a time.
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.

Taking, as Jesus[He] did, this sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it.

Knowing[Trusting] that you[HE] will make all things right if I surrender to your[His] will.

So[no "so" in the prayer] that I may be reasonably happy in this life
& supremely happy with you[Him] forever in the next,

appreciates ALL corrections
& other unwanted comments:


As soon as Buddy starts feeling better I'll forward your email to him.

He had open heart surgery at Emory on August 21 and he's still recovering.
[ed. note: ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA received this correction~ RR.....I had my work done at Piedmont . Emory is yesterday's news. BB]
He's at home but he feels terrible and doesn't even like talking on the phone much less getting on the Internet.

As soon as Buddy recovers, I'll make sure he sees your message.

Robert Register http://robertoreg. blogspot. com

Ah . . . Sorry to bother you Mr. Obama, Sir.


Excuse me Mr. Obama, I mean Senator Obama, sir. Um . . . know you are busy and important and stuff. I mean running for president is very important and . . . ah . . . I hate to bother you. I will only take a minute ok, sir?
See, I have these missing pieces that are holding me up, and I was wondering sir, if you could take time out of your busy schedule and help me out. You know, no big deal, just some loose ends and things.
Hey, you have a nice place here! The wife sees houses like this on TV all the time and says boy she wishes she had digs like this you know? Is that painting real? Really? Wow. I saw something like that in a museum once!
Oh, sorry sir. I didn't mean to get off the track. So if you could just help me out a minute and give me some details, I will get right out of your way. I want to close this case and maybe take the wife to Coney Island or something. Ever been to Coney Island? No, I didn't think so. . .
Well, listen, anyway,
I can't seem to get some information I need to wrap this up. These things seem to either be'locked' or 'not available'. I'm sure it's just some oversight or glitch or something, so if you could you tell me where these things are . I . . . have them written down here somewhere . . . oh wait. Sorry about the smears. It was raining out. I'll just read it to you.
Could you help me please find these things, sir?

* Your Occidental College records
Your Columbia College records
Your Columbia Thesis paper
Your Harvard College records
Your Selective Service Registration
Your medical records
Your Illinois State Senate records
Your Illinois State Senate schedule
Your Law practice client list
A Certified Copy of your original Birth certificate
Your embossed, sign ed paper Certification of Live Birth
* Your Harvard Law Review articles that were published
* Your University of Chicago scholarly articles
* Your Record of baptism
Oh hey . . . listen! I know you are busy! Is this too much for you now? Tell you what. I will come back tomorrow. Give you some time to get these things together, you know? I know you are busy, so I will just let myself out. I will be back tomorrow. And the day after. . .
--------think BEFORE you vote!!----------

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All the members of THE POSSUM DEN LODGE #2 @ 2609 Univ. Blvd. in Tusc. wanna
make sure you go to the Alabama premiere of SKIPTRACERS
@ the Alabama Showplace next to THE ALABAMA THEATRE during the Sidewalk Film Festival
next Saturday, September 27 @ 6:30 P.M..


The history of Lehman Brothers parallels the growth of the United States and its energetic drive toward prosperity and international prominence. What would evolve into a global financial entity began as a general store in the American South. Henry Lehman, an immigrant from Germany, opened his small shop in the city of Montgomery, Alabama in 1844. Six years later, he was joined by brothers Emanuel and Mayer, and they named the business Lehman Brothers.


Henry, Emanuel and Mayer Lehman founded the Firm in Montgomery, Alabama.


Cotton was the cash crop of the time, and the Lehmans accepted it from the local farmers as currency to settle accounts. The brothers traded the cotton for cash or merchandise, becoming brokers for buyers and sellers of the crop. In 1858, they opened an office in New York, which was the commodity trading center of the country.


The Civil War disrupted the Lehmans' business. When hostilities ended, the brothers moved north and concentrated their operations in New York, where they helped establish the Cotton Exchange.

The post-war period witnessed the rapid growth of railroads, sparking the transformation of the nation from an agrarian to an industrial economy. At the time, Lehman Brothers' future merger partner, Kuhn, Loeb, was underwriting much of the financing for railroad construction.

Railroad bonds represented a significant advance in the development of capital markets. Their affordable price attracted a great number of individual investors and Lehman Brothers, recognizing a trend, expanded its commodities business to include the sale and trading of securities. The Firm also moved into the area of financial advisory, which provided the foundation for underwriting expertise.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

God knows I hate to encourage you but that 55 yrs vs:165 yrs has got my brain fogged ass laughin' all ober' de' place.

And the the rbiii's gots some corn in the crib wif' the Poole girls and Momma Poole too. Good folks. Damn shame bout' Papa Poole.

Just a tribe of Mothers and Brothers!


Hey y'all~

Got a lot of feedback about Cap'n Dean's SUPERB HURRICANE WEBSITE

Check it out because it's THE BEST!

As far as I know I sawed up the last of my Hurricane Fay tree limbs yesterday.

I hauled the wood out to my son Christopher's log cabin Monday afternoon so he could use it for firewood this winter.

After I unloaded the wood, I decided since I was out in the Great Outdoors, I'd take a little break from Pake Realty & smell the roses.

I walked down the short path behind Christopher's 1846 double pen cabin to the swinging suspension bridge over Little Hurricane Creek and then walked down the creek bank to the ruins of the old Keene's Mill Road bridge. As I walked out on the rocks in the creek bed, I noticed Cardinal Flower blooming up and down the banks of the creek.

image of CARDINAL FLOWER courtesy of

I picked one stalk of flowers, walked up the hill &
stuck the flower stalk in the straw hole of my styrofoam cup of Diet Dr. Pepper.

My little expedition down to the creek bank gave me some comfort but it gave me the feeling
I was gonna need MOTHER NATURE'S COMFORT a whole lot more than I ever have in the days to come.

RAY sent me a graphic video of the recent tragic hurricanes.
CAUTION! Don't watch this on a weak stomach!


My hike down to the creek bed got me to thinking about how important my son is in my life. Monday was the day after Christopher's birthday.
He turned 20 on Sunday.

I started thinking about how it took Chistopher's ancestors 163 years to hand down four generations of genetics and heritage to my boy on the day he was born on September 14, 1988.

Christopher's 16 G-Great Grandparents were all born in Alabama & Georgia between 1825 and 1859. His 8 Great Grandparents were born from 1883 and 1900. My son's Grandparents were born between 1918 and 1927 & I was born in 1950 and his mother was born in '51 so it took four generations 163 years to produce my boy.

But, you know,
that really ain't shit because here in Tuscaloosa

Hell, I've know Tuscaloosa folks my age
who've produced four generations just in their lifetime!

"BIG MAMA" Bee is my age.

I met her back in '77 when her daughter, Debra, was in my Biology class.
Debra got pregnant and she had to drop out so she could take care of her little baby girl.
Well, Debra'a little girl got knocked up in 1990 making Debra a 27 year old Grandma and "BIG MAMA" Bee a Great Grandma at the age of 40.

Well, these days Debra's a 45 year old Great Grandma and and "BIG MAMA" Bee is a Great-Great Grandma at 58.

What is took my stupid chump ass retarded ancestors to accomplish in 163 years,
"BIG MAMA" has wrapped up in less than 55 years.

I'll kiss yo' fannie!

If you ever visit Tuscaloosa, you'll easily be able to recognize "BIG MAMA" & her brood;

Oh yeah!
& be warned if you decide to open up a Doctor's office here in Tuscaloosa.
"BIG MAMA" Bee will be calling you for some of that Medicaid fertility treatment for her 12 year old Great-Great-Great Grandbaby who can't get pregnant!


Monday, September 15, 2008

  B Henry,Spring and Sabel Poole and Oil of Bobby

So the alarm went off this morning for Evie's 6am feeding she had
already woken up at 450 so we were kind of in and out of sleep anyway.
Well right on time at 6am
the clock radio went off to a version of Simple Man that I had not heard.
Brad and I both thought it was Chris Daughtry singing it because it sounds just
like him....because the voice was so powerful. Turns out it is Shinedown
a band out of Jacksonville, FL
hadn't heard of them but the radio is playing this version...didn't know if
yall had heard it down there



This was Bobby Poole’s favorite song.


I met you in the Summer of '66.

You & I were kind of pen pals during my Junior year.
I got my car in the fall of '66 so I got to get over to your town ever now & then during the year.

The summer of '67, I was Assistant Activity Director at the Camp which was the highest a staff member could get off of the waterfront and D. was head of the waterfront so we kinda ran the show.

I'll never forget how sweet you were to turn me on to your friend.

That will always mean a lot to me.

Sound Of The City
99'rs SURVEY
For the week beginning MAR 26, 1965

1. GAME OF LOVE- Wayne Fontana[some of ya'll musicians need to record this again]
Artist: Wayne Fontana & The Mindbenders Lyrics
Song: Game Of Love Lyrics

The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
And the purpose of a woman is to love a man,
So come on baby let's start today, come on baby let's play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love

It started long ago in the Garden of Eden
When Adam said to Eve, baby, you're for me
So come on baby let's start today, come on baby let's play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love

Come on baby 'cause the time is right
Love your daddy with all your might
Put your arms around me, hold me tight
Play the game of love

The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
And the purpose of a woman is to love a man,
So come on baby let's start today, come on baby let's play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love

The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
And the purpose of a woman is to love a man,
So come on baby let's start today, come on baby let's play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love

Come on baby 'cause the time is right
Love your daddy with all your might
Put your arms around me, hold me tight
Play the game of love

The game of love, (love), love, (love), la la la la la love
The game of love, (love), love, (love), la la la la la love

The game of love baby, the game of la la la la love
The game of love baby, the game of la la la la love

2 BIRDS & BEES- Jewell Aikens
3 MY GIRL- Temptations
4 SHOTGUN- Jr. Walker
5 IN NAME OF LOVE- Supremes *
6 GO NOW- Moddy Blues *
7 FERRY MERSEY- Gerry/Pacemakers
8 8 DAYS A WEEK- Beatles
9 ONE KISS- Ronnie Dove *
10 DON'T MESS UP- Bass & McClure *
11 CAN'T GET OFF MIND- Solomon Burke
12 THESE ARMS OF MINE- Tempo & Stevens
13 MR. PITIFUL- Otis Redding *
14 I'M TELLING YOU- Freddie/Dreamers *
15 RED ROSES- Wayne Newton *
16 CAN'T YOU HEAR- Herman's Hermits
17 PEOPLE GET READY- Impressions *
18 ASK THE LONELY- Four Tops *
19 HURT SO BAD- Little Anthony
20 COME STAY- Marianne Faithful
21 SEND ME PILLOW- Dean Martin *
23 DON'T LE ME BE- Animals
24 COME HOME- Dave Clark 5
25 DO ANYTHING- Harold Betters *
26 TEACH ME TIGER- April Stevens
27 WHIPPED CREAM- Tijuana Brass *
28 I WANNA BE- Manhattans
29 LONG LONELY NIGHTS- Bobby Vinton *
30 MUST BE SEEING- Gene Pitney *
31 LITTLE THINGS- Bobby Goldsboro
32 I UNDERSTAND- Freddie/Dreamers
33 I KNOW A PLACE- Petula Clark *
34 DO THE CLAM- Elvis Presley
* denotes former 99'r Pick