Archive for April, 2008

Singing to a tune of your own.

My Dad told me a story about a friend that he was working with one day. Bill (my dads friend) was standing on and extension latter about fourteen feet up the side of a house, singing a song. Their boss walks by, looks up at him and hollers “Bill? Where, is the tune to that song?” Bill thought for a moment and replied “who cares as long as you know the words to the song?” Dad and the boss started laughing.

You know what? Bill may have a point!

If you think about it for a minute, as long as Bill was happily singing to his own tune, and he was having a good day!

The old man says

If you feel like singing and don’t know the tune, sing the song any way! Especially if it makes you feel good!

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Fountain Service

Many years ago my Brother James, Cousin Bobby and I would go to the Rialto theater on Saturdays down on Church Street in Orlando, Fla. Bobby was the usher there and sometimes he would let us in free. We rode our bikes to town the matinée started about ten o’clock am. The matinée shows lasted about two hours and we always had a lot of fun. After the matinée we would go to the grill just down the street west of the railroad tracks and next to the Roxie Theater. As you walked in you could smell the hamburgers being cooked on a gas grill. They had fountain service Malts, cokes, Borden ice cream, banana splits, milk shakes, hamburgers, and hot dogs. We would order up a hamburger and a shake, we liked an egg in our chocolate malts it makes it creamier, and lip licking “good”. The waitress would ask what do you boys want on those hamburgers, lets see tomato, lettuce, onion, pickles, cheese, mayo, ketchup, and mustard, the waitress asked “ you want the kitchen sink on it to” yes ma’m, and she laughed. The smell of those hamburgers cooking made your stomach growl. When the waitress brought our hamburgers and our milkshakes and placed them on the counter in front of us with a big smile she said “eat up boys.” We grabbed the napkins we knew this hamburger was going to be mouth watering “good”. As we sat there eating our hamburgers, and slurping our milkshakes, we talked about what we were going to do the rest of the day James said that’s easy “oh yea” we can go swimming, at lake Holden, that sounds good. When we finished our lunch we thanked the waitress and left her a tip. We jumped on our bikes and we were off. You know like the three musketeers. Ha. Ha. “Until next time” another story.

I know times have changed but I still miss those good old days don’t you.

Stop and think what you can remember in one minute, about some good things you did way back when, and then tell some one your story. Always remember to ask “you have a minute” before telling the story.

The Roxie Theater on Church Street was torn down when I – 4 was built.

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Deer Hunting

One day I was deer hunting with a group of men and their wives in the Ocala National Forest. We were walking through the woods, and there were a lot of pine trees in this part of the forest. The ground is covered mostly with pine needles, with a little underbrush here and there. The walking is easy, suddenly a place on my leg started itching. I reached down and gave it a scratch and then it was alright. As we kept on walking, and being very quiet, I noticed this itch again, only it was a little higher up on my leg. I scratched it again. By this time I was getting a little worried standing there for a minute. I though, maybe it was a spider crawling around on my leg? I pulled up my pants leg again and did not see any thing. I hurried along to catch up with the group. As I was walking along I felt it again I stopped in my tracks, it was time to find out what it was. I leaned my Hunting WoodsWinchester rifle up next to the tree. As I was taking my pants off, one of the ladies saw me and hollered “Look! Wendell is taking his pants off!”. Now I’m embarrassed, I know my face was red. With every one watching, it still had to be done. I sat down on a log and finished pulling my pants off. One of my buddies came running over and asked “what’s wrong Wendell”? “There’s something in my pants leg” I replied. “What is it?” he asked. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out what it is!” I said in return. When I pulled that weed out of my pants leg everybody started laughing and doing belly roles. And then they said Wendell put your pants back on, and grab your rifle, and let’s go hunting!It took a long time before I could live that one down.

The old man says.
“Oh” by the way Daniel called again. He asked how you doing. I told him I was fit as a fiddle, and I can still jump a four foot barbwire fence flat footed. Daniel also said “Hunting with a Winchester Rifle is the only way to do it right!

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