Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Five
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Today I called my Dr. to find out about the hip replacement, then the surgeon called me and told me that i have an app. for March1 to check everything out and that I wouldn't have the surgery,if needed, till around May or June ..... yippee!..that means the Odyssey is still a go!!!!
I'm here, just packing for the trip back to Virginia. We're heading up early Wednesday. I don't wanna go!!
Just think of the positive things up there. Fav place to eat, etc.I'm here, just packing for the trip back to Virginia. We're heading up early Wednesday. I don't wanna go!!
I'm here, just packing for the trip back to Virginia. We're heading up early Wednesday. I don't wanna go!!
BUT.... the sooner you go get 'er done...the sooner you'll be back!
You'll get there & be so motivated to get the whole thing over with, tho! Time will fly! You guys got this! Go, Mattman! Go, Mattman!I'm here, just packing for the trip back to Virginia. We're heading up early Wednesday. I don't wanna go!!
Once upon a time on a thread far away....yep, the beginning of the porches.....Randall/Txtumbleweed encouraged us to tell our stories. He was an excellent story teller, and many of us shared some of our stories as well as pics, which brought us all together and helped us to know each other better. By that sharing, we became a family here. So......I'm going to try and start it off again. Are y'all ready to read a book?
19, no work experience, straight college prep classes in high school, and desperate to get a job so I wouldn't have to return from Corvallis, OR to Montana...I read an ad for roller skating car hops. Hadn't been on skates in a rink since I was 9, but I wanted a job.
The owners of a rather elegant place for dining, dancing, and drinks, had built a drive-in/coffee shop building called the Big "O", for Oregon State University. There was a long covered, concrete runway extending out from the side of the coffee shop, with islands dividing each car space. there were trays that hung down from the ceiling which could be pulled closer to the car window, and a button to press which lit up the switch board inside to take the orders. Car hops would then set up, deliver and remove trays that held the orders.
We opened mid-summer with 2 girls on days and 3 for nights. By the time classes started we were down to 1 on days and 2 on nights. Let me set the stage here....this was before mini-skirts and go go dancers. This was when drive-ins were "the" place to go, and we were in very, very short white skating skirts with short sleeved turquoise blouses. So as you can imagine....32 stations filled with car loads of boys. Rarely was there a girl in the car...
Within a couple of weeks of school commencing...it was 1 girl on days, me on nights and my roommate as the one who worked our days off. One of the engineering students figured out the length of the runway, the number of trips I made etc., and said I skated, on average....31.1 miles a night. I'm here to tell you....this was nothing like what you may have seen in American Graffiti...or presently at Sonic. I was moving, fast...32 stations, and after a game or other big event on campus, we would have to pull somebody from the front coffee shop to take and set up orders. One car would be pulling in as soon as one left. It was jamming.
We had the radio inside tuned to our local music station, and it ran our commercials. One night....the DJ gave the wrong opening and closing times....so....I called him to correct it. And while I had him on the phone, requested he play "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better"...there was a version of that done by a group...not the Broadway cast. And that started it !! He was on air saying he wasn't so sure about that. Said he could skate faster, etc. and challenged me to a race. My bosses were listening...
Next thing I knew....they had called him and set up a race....with the prize being dinning for 2 at their nice dinning place. I insisted he be handicapped by having to carry a full tray of food and drinks to the end of the runway and back without spilling it... And so....a date was set, and the advertising began. The big search lights that shoot a beam of light up into the night sky were brought there that night....you'd have thought it was a Hollywood premier....LOL. Half the campus and a good many of the locals all came to witness my 3 minutes of celebrity in a small college town....
The race ended in a tie....
working on Halloween at the Big "O".....and yep.....that dress was as short as a pair of daisy dukes...
19, no work experience, straight college prep classes in high school, and desperate to get a job so I wouldn't have to return from Corvallis, OR to Montana...I read an ad for roller skating car hops. Hadn't been on skates in a rink since I was 9, but I wanted a job.
The owners of a rather elegant place for dining, dancing, and drinks, had built a drive-in/coffee shop building called the Big "O", for Oregon State University. There was a long covered, concrete runway extending out from the side of the coffee shop, with islands dividing each car space. there were trays that hung down from the ceiling which could be pulled closer to the car window, and a button to press which lit up the switch board inside to take the orders. Car hops would then set up, deliver and remove trays that held the orders.
We opened mid-summer with 2 girls on days and 3 for nights. By the time classes started we were down to 1 on days and 2 on nights. Let me set the stage here....this was before mini-skirts and go go dancers. This was when drive-ins were "the" place to go, and we were in very, very short white skating skirts with short sleeved turquoise blouses. So as you can imagine....32 stations filled with car loads of boys. Rarely was there a girl in the car...
Within a couple of weeks of school commencing...it was 1 girl on days, me on nights and my roommate as the one who worked our days off. One of the engineering students figured out the length of the runway, the number of trips I made etc., and said I skated, on average....31.1 miles a night. I'm here to tell you....this was nothing like what you may have seen in American Graffiti...or presently at Sonic. I was moving, fast...32 stations, and after a game or other big event on campus, we would have to pull somebody from the front coffee shop to take and set up orders. One car would be pulling in as soon as one left. It was jamming.
We had the radio inside tuned to our local music station, and it ran our commercials. One night....the DJ gave the wrong opening and closing times....so....I called him to correct it. And while I had him on the phone, requested he play "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better"...there was a version of that done by a group...not the Broadway cast. And that started it !! He was on air saying he wasn't so sure about that. Said he could skate faster, etc. and challenged me to a race. My bosses were listening...
Next thing I knew....they had called him and set up a race....with the prize being dinning for 2 at their nice dinning place. I insisted he be handicapped by having to carry a full tray of food and drinks to the end of the runway and back without spilling it...
And so....a date was set, and the advertising began. The big search lights that shoot a beam of light up into the night sky were brought there that night....you'd have thought it was a Hollywood premier....LOL. Half the campus and a good many of the locals all came to witness my 3 minutes of celebrity in a small college town....The race ended in a tie....
working on Halloween at the Big "O".....and yep.....that dress was as short as a pair of daisy dukes...
C'mon folks....We all must have a myriad of memories, stories and pics we can share. Let's get to know who you are and how you got here....
Ok. Working at WMFJ in Daytona Beach at 16 years old. I had just started and was getting used to the station. We had our studios in the old Plaza Hotel at the end of Seabreeze Blvd. on the beach. When you drove down the beach approach you went through a tunnel under the hotel. Our studio itself had a door and a window to the sidewalk about halfway down to the beach. I was working midnight to six as every new guy did. It was around two in the morning and I was starving (chemically induced hunger). There was a 24 hour diner about a block up Seabreeze from A1A. So I proceeded to put on Iron Butterfly's Inna Goda Devida (so) which would give me a solid 14 minutes or so to pick up my order. Called it in, out the side door, up the street to the diner. Walked in, order was ready, BUT, not to go. What the hell, I got plenty of time. Sat down and started shoveling it in. As my mind was right I was getting into the music as I was eating. All of a sudden the music stopped and started clicking like it does at the end of an album on a manual turntable. I looked at the waitress and said "shoot, that guy's in trouble." All of a sudden I woke up, screamed "Holy Crap, that's me!!C'mon folks....We all must have a myriad of memories, stories and pics we can share. Let's get to know who you are and how you got here....
." I jumped up, spilled my drink, soaked me and the guy next to me and made it back to the studio, unlocked the door, started the next tune and sat down before the phone even rang. Not bad. Phone rang about 30 seconds later. Of course it was my boss. Told him I was stuck in the bathroom. He ask me if I was ok or did he need to get someone in to relieve me. Nope I'm fine. The next day when I came to work he was passing me in the hall and said "Beth at the diner says you owe here 4 bucks and don't even think you're the first or that you got away with it." With that he turned and walked out the door laughing. Lesson learned. Lies don't work cause they got something you don't… experience.
Pretty girl.Once upon a time on a thread far away....yep, the beginning of the porches.....Randall/Txtumbleweed encouraged us to tell our stories. He was an excellent story teller, and many of us shared some of our stories as well as pics, which brought us all together and helped us to know each other better. By that sharing, we became a family here. So......I'm going to try and start it off again. Are y'all ready to read a book?8
19, no work experience, straight college prep classes in high school, and desperate to get a job so I wouldn't have to return from Corvallis, OR to Montana...I read an ad for roller skating car hops. Hadn't been on skates in a rink since I was 9, but I wanted a job.
The owners of a rather elegant place for dining, dancing, and drinks, had built a drive-in/coffee shop building called the Big "O", for Oregon State University. There was a long covered, concrete runway extending out from the side of the coffee shop, with islands dividing each car space. there were trays that hung down from the ceiling which could be pulled closer to the car window, and a button to press which lit up the switch board inside to take the orders. Car hops would then set up, deliver and remove trays that held the orders.
We opened mid-summer with 2 girls on days and 3 for nights. By the time classes started we were down to 1 on days and 2 on nights. Let me set the stage here....this was before mini-skirts and go go dancers. This was when drive-ins were "the" place to go, and we were in very, very short white skating skirts with short sleeved turquoise blouses. So as you can imagine....32 stations filled with car loads of boys. Rarely was there a girl in the car...
Within a couple of weeks of school commencing...it was 1 girl on days, me on nights and my roommate as the one who worked our days off. One of the engineering students figured out the length of the runway, the number of trips I made etc., and said I skated, on average....31.1 miles a night. I'm here to tell you....this was nothing like what you may have seen in American Graffiti...or presently at Sonic. I was moving, fast...32 stations, and after a game or other big event on campus, we would have to pull somebody from the front coffee shop to take and set up orders. One car would be pulling in as soon as one left. It was jamming.
We had the radio inside tuned to our local music station, and it ran our commercials. One night....the DJ gave the wrong opening and closing times....so....I called him to correct it. And while I had him on the phone, requested he play "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better"...there was a version of that done by a group...not the Broadway cast. And that started it !! He was on air saying he wasn't so sure about that. Said he could skate faster, etc. and challenged me to a race. My bosses were listening...
Next thing I knew....they had called him and set up a race....with the prize being dinning for 2 at their nice dinning place. I insisted he be handicapped by having to carry a full tray of food and drinks to the end of the runway and back without spilling it...
The race ended in a tie....
working on Halloween at the Big "O".....and yep.....that dress was as short as a pair of daisy dukes...
I can see why the boys hung out there.
shall I tell you a bit more about my car hopping time ?.....
I was the only one for whom the skates were marked with my name. No one else was allowed to use them. Because I moved so fast and the runway was concrete.....they were having to replace the wheels on average of every 2 days, because my sudden stops were grinding them flat. I was told I needed to find another way to stop to save the wear on the wheels. So.....yep....you spin and come up on your toe stops....which of course made the little skirt flare up, and that brief flash of the tights underneath nearly had the boys falling out of the car windows...
Irv and Elaine York were the owners of the place, and a few years later when I was briefly back in Corvallis, big as a house and pregnant with my daughter, they heard I was back. They called my Mother and told her there was a job waiting for me as a cocktail waitress at their dinner place if I wanted it. It's hard to find bosses that are that appreciative of your work, and I've never forgotten them.
I was the only one for whom the skates were marked with my name. No one else was allowed to use them. Because I moved so fast and the runway was concrete.....they were having to replace the wheels on average of every 2 days, because my sudden stops were grinding them flat. I was told I needed to find another way to stop to save the wear on the wheels. So.....yep....you spin and come up on your toe stops....which of course made the little skirt flare up, and that brief flash of the tights underneath nearly had the boys falling out of the car windows...
Irv and Elaine York were the owners of the place, and a few years later when I was briefly back in Corvallis, big as a house and pregnant with my daughter, they heard I was back. They called my Mother and told her there was a job waiting for me as a cocktail waitress at their dinner place if I wanted it. It's hard to find bosses that are that appreciative of your work, and I've never forgotten them.
Good people do sometimes get recognized.shall I tell you a bit more about my car hopping time ?.....
I was the only one for whom the skates were marked with my name. No one else was allowed to use them. Because I moved so fast and the runway was concrete.....they were having to replace the wheels on average of every 2 days, because my sudden stops were grinding them flat. I was told I needed to find another way to stop to save the wear on the wheels. So.....yep....you spin and come up on your toe stops....which of course made the little skirt flare up, and that brief flash of the tights underneath nearly had the boys falling out of the car windows...
Irv and Elaine York were the owners of the place, and a few years later when I was briefly back in Corvallis, big as a house and pregnant with my daughter, they heard I was back. They called my Mother and told her there was a job waiting for me as a cocktail waitress at their dinner place if I wanted it. It's hard to find bosses that are that appreciative of your work, and I've never forgotten them.
One of my favorites. First heard it at a friends house which was on the beach in San Diego. I loved getting in a relaxing mood and sitting with the headphones on listening to it. Cranked it up one night and sat back with the headphones on really enjoying it. When it was over I took off the headphones and realised I had not turned off the speakers. I'm sure my downstairs neighbor didn't enjoy hearing as much as I did at 2 am!
I had had a bit of other stuff, listened to it on headphones. The music switching between ears was so intense I was totally wrapped up in it. Not at all aware of what was going on around me.
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