jamesg1213

daryl1968


james - please change your pic - it's staring at me again

My avatar knows, Daryl...it knows what you did...

It is pretty darned freaky... but I like freaky.

Gettin' old has it's perks. I ike being able to fart with each step when I get out of a chair...

BTW, I came to terms with loss of youth about 10 years ago. Now I am trying to come to terms with loss of health, not that I am sick, I'm not but the endurance level is going astray. I am thankful for the small things... that can now be made larger.

It is a great time to be alive. I feel like I have seen a little bit of everything. I remember black and white TV... with TWO channels and a huge antenna dad put atop a teephone pole he got some friends with Bell to install. I remember segregation. Yes it was a stain. I remember when it was OK to not be safe. I lived through with no concept of a mobile phone or for that matter a personal music player, other than a small AM radio.Iremember when FM radio came along. I remember our telephone, the one that you would click the buttons under the rest for the handset to get the operator to come on the line so you could tell her who you wanted to call and the number was preceded by two letters, ours was Y U or Yukon-****. 

On the other hand. I had one of those moblie phones that had a shoulder strap. Now I carry it in my pocket. Ihave a caculator in the drawer with more computing power than NASA had in 1969. We gotour first computer in 1997, alng with the internet... game change! I found out that a Strat and a Peavey was not, in fact, good enough... that I needed this and that and the other...

Now.. HDTV. I cannot count the things I have seen both sides of...heck, I'm sure a lot of you remember when LPs were all mono... then Stereophonic came along.... but rest assured it will play fine on your mono record player. It is like the best time to live, to have lived and to continue... I hope to live.

Some things were good in spite of what anyone may think though... I had a Motorola 8-track cassette player in my VW microbus hippie van... in my second one, the first one was a campervan, anyway, I had my Silvertone 1485 speaker cab sitting on a shelf in back of the van. I wired three 10s to one side and the other three 10s tothe other side of the stereo. It sounded incredible, the hiss would scare you, but it was LOUD as heck and had great bass. I still had to strategically place a folded matchbook under the tape so it wouldn't drag,wow and flutter city....

Yeah... old fart... farting away!!

J

I lost my youth at a young age.  I couldn't remember where I'd left it.  I looked under the clothes on the floor, under the seats in the car, in the dumpsters at the school...

I discovered later that it had run away.  I was sitting in a diner, eating a double cheese becan burger.  I looked up and happened to meet his eyes.  We were both a little stunned.  He tried at first to pretend that he hadn't seen me, but I pulled out a chair in front of him and told him to sit down.  Unable to make a quick exit, he reluctantly joined me.  It was a bit awkward. 

I tried to apologize for losing him all those years ago, but he waved away my weakly apology.  He told me he had gotten tired of my life and had run away when my back was turned.  I couldn't blame him.  I asked him what he'd been doing all this time and he gave me a few highlights.  It sounded really good.  I wished that I had lived his life, but he told me that my absence is what made it a good life. 

We paused and looked around uncomfortably for awhile.  He got up and said that he had to go do some things with some people.  I said that I'd like to hang out with him some time, but he said that he couldn't stick around.  He walked past and I tried to catch his arm, but he pulled away.  "You can't recapture your Youth", he told me, then he walked out.  I sat and watched as he climbed into the back of his limo and rode away.

The burger was good, though.

UbiquitousBubba

The burger was good, though.

Double becan no doubt.

Oh.  Yes.

Typical
Mandatory

You have a way wif wurds Bubba... you can't go home either. It no longer exists, old people now live there. (and foreigners)
 
J

I just walk in and claim the recliner.  Sooner or later, someone will ask if I want anything.