Childhood memory....
When I was about 3 years old, my neighbors took me to a fair in San Diego.....I was just a little guy....Somewhere while walking down the midway, my neighbor let go of my hand and I got completely lost....I walked around just crying, I was terrified....
A nice man took me to the main stage, on the fair midway, and they had me stand there while they asked in a microphone, if I was anyone's kid....I was so scared.... I literally did not even know my own name....
Finally, my neighbors claimed me from the stage....I was so relieved....When we got home, and my neighbors told my mom what happened, all hell broke loose....Mom was furious at them for not paying closer attention to me....
In San Diego, at least at that time, white children were often stolen and sent across the border for big bucks to the child traffickers......
The next time I went to the fair, with my mom, she taped my name and phone number to my shirt, just in case I got lost again....She was a great mom!
Never heard of him.
Oh, Man...hope you're kidding. He was an American treasure.
Just visited Youtube and listened to some of his stuff again and laughed and laughed (and kind of choked up a little).
One thing that his fans love so much about him is how relatable his songs are. Simple but profound lyrics that appeal to the common, everyday side of life and make you appreciate them. Somebody recently said that he could write songs that could make you laugh in one instant and cry at the next...like the memory of a lost loved one (family, friend, pet).
I've seen a lot of performers live, and he was the best storyteller (of any stripe) I've ever seen. One of our favorite concerts ever was seeing him with Nanci Griffith at the Knoxville Colosseum in early 90's. Fantastic double bill, and both were great (show went on until after 10:30, I think, and nobody wanted to leave). On the 90 minute drive home to Kingsport, we both agreed that we'd pay money just to hear Prine's monologues introducing the songs. Priceless.
An American original. Check out some of his live stuff in his prime complete with intros (he had throat cancer around 2012 and had to relearn how to sing after surgery, and he also had lung cancer but still performed admirably and with a great sense of humor).
If you like him, his choruses will stick in your head for a while.
Coach, to this day, whenever I go to any fair, I always remember how scared I was, and look for the stage where lost kids will hopefully be reunited with their parents....
I was stationed at Kadena in the 1970's. Hottest place I've ever lived. So humid your sheets on the bed felt wet.My niece is in the AF, and she recently moved to Okinawa. I was planning on seeing her while I was there. Personally, I love Japan. I'd love to live there, but the language barrier would be an issue if I tried to look for job opportunities there.
Your Mother told you the truth...Every barracks had sandbags close to to all the doors on the first floor....When the monsoons or typhoons came the sandbags were used on all the ground level doors to keep the water from coming in. It's humid here in the South but nothing like Okinawa. I worked on the flight line and when I went there I weighed about 185....came back about around 150 and I ate like a horse while stationed there.In the pics I saw of there, I never saw my older siblings in anything but shorts and tank-tops
Mom tells of the typhoons coming through as the scariest times of her life
Watched the 2006 game between the Lady Vols and Duke today.....The LVs were rated number 1, and Duke was number 2....
This particular game, Duke won rather easily....Zolman had the worst game she ever played....She was ice cold....Parker was Parker, but not a lot of help from the rest of the team...
Our point guard, Hornbuckle, had a bad game as well, and turned it over several times, while their point guard ran amuck on us....
What stood out to me was we still had no offensive flow, much like what we have seen recently with the LVs....Pat was yelling defense, but the offense was very inept....
It took a certain team from the north, to really show how important efficient offensive basketball is to the women's game....Ugly, but true.
Three of the top teams of that era, Tennessee, Duke, and North Carolina, have all three fallen into mediocrity, and have been trying to be relevant again for a very long time...It's a long climb up, when one falls so far.
Your Mother told you the truth...Every barracks had sandbags close to to all the doors on the first floor....When the monsoons or typhoons came the sandbags were used on all the ground level doors to keep the water from coming in. It's humid here in the South but nothing like Okinawa. I worked on the flight line and when I went there I weighed about 185....came back about around 150 and I hate like a horse while stationed there.
Okinawa is a very interesting place with a interesting culture. I enjoyed being stationed there and seeing the island from one end to the other. Can't say I've ever wanted to go back.
Would have no idea. This day and time age seems to have no rules in the dating game. (if it ever did) However, I bet I have you in the age department and dating at any age with my wife of 54 years, well my time on earth would be over faster than this damn "19" could take me. 54 years, I bet that is longer than you are old!! Stay well!!Let's find out.
How old do you think I am ?
I just want to see my birthplace
Being born there affected my military time,,,I had to have a top secret clearance for my MOS and I was on security hold for 8 months bc they had to investigate my birth place. Turned out well though, when I got my clearance instead of Augsburg Germany for my permanent duty base, I got to go to Medina AF base in San Antonio for my final 20 months and only went TDY overseas 3x for digital film pickup runs.
"Skate-city" tour.