In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

That Ain't The Way to Have Fun...Son

It's strange how some songs job memories. The first time I heard the following song, I wasn't quite old enough to drive legally; I was with my brothers and a cousin;  we were in my grandmother's 1952 mint condition Pontiac and at an A&W in Chickasha, Oklahoma.

Off across the hills, a storm was brewing; flashes of lightning too far away to hear thunder. The storm eventually arrived and chased us to my grandmother's house right before it arrived.

The next morning, I was surprised, since you could still kick dust. Rain didn't do much for the parched land.

Enjoy

11 comments:

  1. I love the song, but I cannot remember where I was the first time I heard any song. It puzzles me that people can do so.

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    1. Maybe my mind works differently than others. Most songs I like are keyed to the occurrence where they were first heard.

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  2. I especially remember any song that was playing while making out. There truly has to be a memorable connection to a song in order to remember what you were doing when you first heard it. And I've always loved this one.

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    1. I almost blushed....and I don't want to know. ;-)

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  3. I lived in Chickasha OK the sixties and I remember the A&W there. The song was off the 'It Ain't Easy' LP by Three Dog night.

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    1. My dad was raised in Chickasha. His parents had a music/record/appliance store downtown.

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    2. Were they the Shoemakers?

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    3. That's them. I lived there with my grandmother for the first two years of my life, after my mother died. I don't remember much of that time, but have some memories of years later.

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  4. Small world right? I went to school with a Greg Shoemaker. Any relation?

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    1. First cousin. I haven't been in contact for over forty years...it's a long story.

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  5. Wow! You and I should talk...

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