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Yes, I'm recalling the radio series. TV came to my house rather late in the game. But never forget, when the little boy was asked which he liked better, radio or TV, he replied "I like radio more because you can see the story much better". Sometimes the old times are the best times.....

I didn't listen to Sky King very much. It just didn't seem right letting a girl (Penny) fly the Songbird.

I was too busy being Roy Rogers to worry about airplanes.

Welcome to the forums(s) Come back soon and often.........Doug

Besides allowing cheap booze, the State schools have another distinct advantage...the women are sooo much better looking than the Ivy babes. Even before closing time.

Beer? At a college game? I've never heard of such a thing. Good bourbon whiskey maybe, but beer? What kind of a college is that?

My oldest son went to the University of Georgia. His son went to Ohio State. They watched THE GAME together. It should have been great entertainment just being there watching the two of them. Go Dogs.............

Not necessarily.......... One night a police officer was staking out a particularly rowdy bar for possible DUI violations. At closing time, he saw a fellow stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb and try his keys on five different cars before he found his. The man sat in the front seat fumbling around with his keys for several minutes. Meanwhile, all the other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started his engine and began to pull away, and the police officer was waiting for him. As soon as he pulled onto the street, the officer stopped him, read him his rights and administered the breathalyzer test to determine his blood-alcohol content. To the cop's amazement, the results showed a reading of 0.0! The puzzled officer demanded to know how that could be. The driver replied, "Tonight, I'm the designated decoy."

May you RIP. I could ever coached soccer without your help. You were right there beside me all the time and you never let me down. The world has lost what I will always consider the best player and the best inspiration to so many kids.....Doug

Drinking good bourbon whiskey and remembering Sandi Lee............

Only when I've had a little too much to drink and have eaten way too many beans.

It's hard to believe it's been 50 years since she and Ike were at the top of their game. Tina is, indeed, a rare talent.

C-3PO is on my side of the family. I don't recall seeing R2D2 anywhere in the family tree.

When I was just a little guy my Grandaddy told me that if it turns and it shouldn't get the duct tape. And if it should turn but it won't get the WD40. I can't even imagine how many nuts and bolts have been released back into the world due to WD40. I'm proud to have been a part of that.

Merry Christmas to you too Derek. Santa can't give me what I want. But I'm hoping Donna Jean can.....

Google is your friend..... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Brady

Three years ago my wife had her DNA analyzed and found that Tom Brady was an unknown first cousin. Yes, Tom Brady, as in THE Tom Brady. Wow! How many if us have ever had a moment like that? And then yesterday she learned the truth. The whole Tom Brady thing was a hoax started by another distant cousin. There went my Super Bowl tickets...

My wife saying "yes" when, on Christmas day, I asked her to marry me.

I know I posted this somewhere once before, and I apologize if many of you remember it. My oldest son is here for Christmas and we were talking about "the early" years. You know, those years before we knew much about life. I told him this story..... As I grow older it's a never-ending source of amazement to me how I can remember events in my life. Meeting Grady Mathews is one of those remembrances. I know that 99.9% of you have no idea who Grady Mathews was nor why he should be special to anyone, especially me. Let me try to explain. When I was seven years old my best friend's father bought a pool table. An old slate-top 5x10 Brunswick. He converted one of his chicken coops to hold it and "the pool room" was born. I played pool on that table 4-5 days a week for the next eight years. Back in those days "the game" was straight pool. He who sinks 125 balls first wins. The smaller 4 1/2 x 9 tables and the popularity of 9-ball was 20 years away. Willie Mosconi was my hero in those years. To heck with The Lone Ranger and those wimpy cartoon guys. By the time I was 15 there was nobody in town willing to put a five on the rail to try me. But there was always the soldiers. The town I lived in was adjacent to the largest Army basic-training base in the country. And the first of every month "the boys" would come to town. Ready to find the local bars, the local girls, and the local pool hall. And for the first three days of every month I was always at the local pool hall. Back then, the minimum wage was US$1.00/hr. Work a 160 hour month and, before taxes, you would earn US$160. Appealing? Not to me. On the first three days of the month I could easily "earn" US$400-500 from our soldier friends. And there were no taxes. And still over three weeks of the month to go. But let's get back to Grady Mathews. When I was 18 years old a met a guy who was to become my mentor. His name was Charlie. I knew how to shoot pool. I knew all the shots. Charlie knew that. But he also knew that I didn't know how to hustle. So he set out to teach me. About an hour's drive north from where I lived there was a world-class Brunswick dealer. Let me call it GCB. And at that dealer was a friend of Charlie's - a guy named Fred. We'd drive up on the weekend nights (when the dealership was closed) to play on the world-class tables in the showroom. One night a friend of Fred's showed up. Some kid named Grady. He and I were about the same age (I think I was about a month older) and we hit it off right away. Over the next couple of years I shared many tables with Grady. No money was involved. We just played for bragging rights. Grady was one of the greatest sticks of all time. I'll never forget him or what he taught me. Sometime in 1962-63 he moved on up the road to Cochran's, 1028 Market St., San Francisco. The mecca of pool in those days. And pool hustling. Ronnie Allen, One Eyed Hank, San Jose Dick, Ears, Legs, Sleepy Bob, and Okie Sam are just a few of the "regulars" I remember. The love of my life (and now my wife) lived in San Francisco in those days. I'd drive up on Friday evening, spend a few hours at Cochcran's shootng the WNA with Grady, meet her the next day and night, and drive back home on Sunday. What a life. Sadly, Grady has passed on now. It's been almost 60 years since I last saw him. But the memories linger on. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grady_Mathews

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I'll celebrate the 41st anniversary of my 39th birthday on the 23rd. That'll make this a Christmas to be thankful for...Doug

Standing on her front porch after striking out with Donna Jean.

My picture of the Memphis Belle in flight signed by Col. Morgan.

DNA

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