Month: August 2016

How ya like my hat?

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My self and some friends of mine, went to Camden Yards several weekends ago to watch our O’s beat the yankees. That was our hope anyway, I had no desire to be around all those NY fans if they won. For years they would come down to our house and chant, “Let’s go yankees” That pissed me off to no end.

 

The first 25,000 fans would get a free checkered floppy hat. It was a crappy looking hat, but well made and it was an Orioles hat. We got there late, so when a number of us were walking down S Paca St. we didn’t know if we would get a hat or not. We met the rest of our “Baltimore Orioles Insanity” members at the ticket office on the back side of the warehouse.

 

When we were all together at the W Camden St. entrance we saw a small herd of yankee fans getting our hats and stomping on them. Some of them were even set on fire. We had a group of twenty, they had forty or so. The numbers didn’t ward off James, Jimmy, Matt, Jason or Brandon. I’m from the sixties, you know peace not war, so I was hanging back. When Brandon was heading into the fray he turned to me and said, “You comin’ old man?” I checked my crotch and noticed I did have a pair, so I followed him into the fracas. As we took on the yanks, other birds joined in and it wasn’t long before we had the numbers. They ran, we won and that’s how I got this hat.

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Just messin, got it for $6 on ebay.

 

Poem: Can’t sleep

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Can’t sleep

By Jim McDonald

 

laid down to sleep a while ago
wasn’t sleepy I was hungry
wondered what to eat
thought about the frig
nothing to eat just water
steak no to heavy
hot wings at hooters
yes spicy chicken
yes skimpy clothes
yes spicy women
now I can’t breath
plumb tuckered out
just thinking about it
tired, exhausted, totally rung out
now I can roll over and fall a sleep
now I have too

Your three words, my little story 8-14-16

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Jim’s words: Shirley, ninja & blow-dry

 

He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. They just moved there four days ago and she left two nights later. Like a NINJA vanishing in the middle of the night. Leaving not a trace only a note saying, I don’t feel it anymore, SHIRLEY.

 

The last thing he remembers saying to her before he went to work was, “Every time I want to talk, you pull that noisy thing out and BLOW-DRY your hair. Sometimes I think you do it just to drown me out.” She never acknowledged his presence, so he left.

 

Dawn streamed through the window the next morning and he hadn’t slept a wink. All he thought about, was why. He knew they had problems, but not this bad.

 

How could he possibly run an investigation into the death of that stranger with all this on his mind. His second day on the job as the Sloan Sheriff and he didn’t need this crap.

Reminiscin’ with Jenny

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I would like to introduce my cousin Jenny. She is on the Robinson’s side of the tree and I’m on the Adam’s side. We are adding her as a guest blogger.

 

Jenny’s blog will be called “Reminiscin’ with Jenny,” including a wide variety of topics centering on family stories, family recipes and genealogy.

 

Jenny Johnson Manuel is a published freelance writer who loves to reminisce about growing up in Johnson County Tennessee during the fifties and sixties. She is also an avid genealogist. She claims kin to over 40,000 entries in her genealogy database.

Past, present & plans 8-13-16

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Past

 

One night in the basement of the Lanham house, I was watching the movie It. Up to then, I had never been more frightened than that night. That show wouldn’t hold a candle to the horror flicks of today. The outer space genre was just getting off the ground.

 

Back to the basement. I was all by myself on the couch while the rest of the family was upstairs. The stairs were to the left in the middle of the basement and the television was to the right. With an simple turn of the head you can see both. Dad yelled down to turn the TV and light off and come up stairs, but the light was next to the TV. Turning off the light would put me walking twenty five feet, then up thirteen steps in pitch black darkness.

 

The monster “It” was in the basement…. Somewhere. However, the light kept him away from me….for the time being anyway.

 

I was so afaid. What you do?

 

Present

 

Today was extremely humid, so I stayed indoors. The sun bakes my fiberglass boat, anything past eighty five degrees puts a strain on my window air conditioner. It keeps running but it can’t keep up. COPD can be a killer.

 

The “happy” for the day was, when a friend dropped off a slab of ribs. He is the best smoker I know.

 

Plans

 

Me and a cousin Jenny are talking about adding her as a guest blogger. Her blogs would be of her and her time with her grand mother. Short little stories combined with her favorite recipes.