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Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Seven
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You don't stop having fun because you get older....you get old because you stop having fun.....and I intend to be younger when I reach 90 than some I know.... who were old at 18....
I strongly suspect that your darling wife is the youngest one....I can't see her ever getting old on the inside...
Having spent the afternoon at a big party for hubby's 90 yr old aunt and in 2 days 93 yr old mother, age is a frame of mind. Unfortunately, due to health issues, this may be the last birthday celebration for both. When my MIL looses her sister that will be the end of her will to live. But they both have lived good, full lives and their prodigy lives on for several generations.
Excellent observation...
Confidence & loyalty...?
BTW, KC was packin' to go along wid me fer a guitar jam. Sure do miss him <sigh!>
I strongly suspect that your darling wife is the youngest one....I can't see her ever getting old on the inside...
... nor outside!
My SIL's brother is due to become a grandfather any day now. I told Gayle I was happy to let her be the first to become great-grandmother... She said that title didn't bother her, but it was blowing her mind that her son is becoming a grandpa...
She said that title didn't bother her, but it was blowing her mind that her son is becoming a grandpa...
I strongly suspect that your darling wife is the youngest one....I can't see her ever getting old on the inside...
YUP!!!
Alzheimers is a hideous disease. It has touched our family too. Sure wish there was a cure.
Ongoing prayers for your SIL as well as all of our men and women serving in our military.
What a lovely gift to have held both grandsons this Christmas!
Wallowing home with a full belly sounds wonderful especially after enjoying such a warm family gathering.
Oh dear......I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up......and laughing a lot also keeps my tummy in shape!You don't stop having fun because you get older....you get old because you stop having fun.....and I intend to be younger when I reach 90 than some I know.... who were old at 18....
So true....she is such a darling!!I strongly suspect that your darling wife is the youngest one....I can't see her ever getting old on the inside...
oh that's horrible about your ex g/f
but wonderful about your sil! Prayers for him and that y'all keep your power on.
“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.”
I made my semi-regular pilgrimage to Vintage Vinyl, a St Louis Institution a few days back ::
Get Music At Vintage Vinyl Records - CDs, Used CDs, LPs, Digital Downloads, Rare Vinyl Auctions and more!
As it always does, it took me back, way back .. it reminded me of old friends, records still in their spots, a source of lucid old memories .. I come from a Generation where the Record Store was where a young 16 year old could hang out and attempt to display their Musicology to a wizened shop Owner and at the same time, get educated on what was what as it related to the latest and the greatest .. in the mid to late 1950's and into the 1960's, these were the Mecca's of my Generation .. there were no Mega Stores, although you could catch a few records at the Woolworths .. we had listening booths, a constant flow of material we had never heard would be piped through the shop and I could not always afford to buy something, my friends and I would descend in and gleefully / reverentially thumb thru the racks, reading the sleeve notes .. it laid the basis for my self taught musical education, which stayed with me my entire life .. If it had not been for these amazing spaces, Chuck Berry, Roy Orbison, Elvis, B.B. King, Johnny Cash and oh, so many others would never have existed .. "There are places I remember, all my life .. " .. and, oddly, the rest of the patrons thumbing the racks were your friends as well, for a brief time ..
When I did buy a record, there was nothing like getting it home, flipping on the record player, sliding the vinyl from the sleeve and dropping it on the turntable .. marveling at the luster of the pristine groove .. the lowering of the arm into the groove, knowing it's the first time this particular record had been played .. We had record collections back then
Other than a small resurgence of vinyl over the last few years, these old experiences have gone the way of so many things .. physical browsing replaced by a "Click for Similar Items" .. like an audio Big Mac ..
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.”
I made my semi-regular pilgrimage to Vintage Vinyl, a St Louis Institution a few days back ::
Get Music At Vintage Vinyl Records - CDs, Used CDs, LPs, Digital Downloads, Rare Vinyl Auctions and more!
As it always does, it took me back, way back .. it reminded me of old friends, records still in their spots, a source of lucid old memories .. I come from a Generation where the Record Store was where a young 16 year old could hang out and attempt to display their Musicology to a wizened shop Owner and at the same time, get educated on what was what as it related to the latest and the greatest .. in the mid to late 1950's and into the 1960's, these were the Mecca's of my Generation .. there were no Mega Stores, although you could catch a few records at the Woolworths .. we had listening booths, a constant flow of material we had never heard would be piped through the shop and I could not always afford to buy something, my friends and I would descend in and gleefully / reverentially thumb thru the racks, reading the sleeve notes .. it laid the basis for my self taught musical education, which stayed with me my entire life .. If it had not been for these amazing spaces, Chuck Berry, Roy Orbison, Elvis, B.B. King, Johnny Cash and oh, so many others would never have existed .. "There are places I remember, all my life .. " .. and, oddly, the rest of the patrons thumbing the racks were your friends as well, for a brief time ..
When I did buy a record, there was nothing like getting it home, flipping on the record player, sliding the vinyl from the sleeve and dropping it on the turntable .. marveling at the luster of the pristine groove .. the lowering of the arm into the groove, knowing it's the first time this particular record had been played .. We had record collections back then
Other than a small resurgence of vinyl over the last few years, these old experiences have gone the way of so many things .. physical browsing replaced by a "Click for Similar Items" .. like an audio Big Mac ..
“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.”
I made my semi-regular pilgrimage to Vintage Vinyl, a St Louis Institution a few days back ::
Get Music At Vintage Vinyl Records - CDs, Used CDs, LPs, Digital Downloads, Rare Vinyl Auctions and more!
As it always does, it took me back, way back .. it reminded me of old friends, records still in their spots, a source of lucid old memories .. I come from a Generation where the Record Store was where a young 16 year old could hang out and attempt to display their Musicology to a wizened Shop Owner and at the same time, get educated on what was what as it related to the latest and the greatest .. in the mid to late 1950's and into the 1960's, these were the Mecca's of my Generation .. there were no Mega Stores, although you could catch a few records at the Woolworths .. we had listening booths, a constant flow of material we had never heard would be piped through the shop and I could not always afford to buy something, my friends and I would descend in and gleefully / reverentially thumb thru the racks, reading the sleeve notes .. it laid the basis for my self taught musical education, which stayed with me my entire life .. If it had not been for these amazing spaces, Chuck Berry, Roy Orbison, Elvis, B.B. King, Johnny Cash and oh, so many others would never have existed .. "There are places I remember, all my life .. " .. and, oddly, the rest of the patrons thumbing the racks were your friends as well, for a brief time ..
When I did buy a record, there was nothing like getting it home, flipping on the record player, sliding the vinyl from the sleeve and dropping it on the turntable .. marveling at the luster of the pristine groove .. the lowering of the arm into the groove, knowing it's the first time this particular record had been played .. We had record collections back then
Other than a small resurgence of vinyl over the last few years, these old experiences have gone the way of so many things .. physical browsing replaced by a "Click for Similar Items" .. like an audio Big Mac ..
This was a wonderfully nostalgic trip down memory lane for me. Thank you.
I was just going to post that - Carrie Fisher did not recover from her heart attack. We lost another icon in 2016. Godspeed Carrie.
“Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”
“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.”
I made my semi-regular pilgrimage to Vintage Vinyl, a St Louis Institution a few days back ::
Get Music At Vintage Vinyl Records - CDs, Used CDs, LPs, Digital Downloads, Rare Vinyl Auctions and more!
As it always does, it took me back, way back .. it reminded me of old friends, records still in their spots, a source of lucid old memories .. I come from a Generation where the Record Store was where a young 16 year old could hang out and attempt to display their Musicology to a wizened Shop Owner and at the same time, get educated on what was what as it related to the latest and the greatest .. in the mid to late 1950's and into the 1960's, these were the Mecca's of my Generation .. there were no Mega Stores, although you could catch a few records at the Woolworths .. we had listening booths, a constant flow of material we had never heard would be piped through the shop and I could not always afford to buy something, my friends and I would descend in and gleefully / reverentially thumb thru the racks, reading the sleeve notes .. it laid the basis for my self taught musical education, which stayed with me my entire life .. If it had not been for these amazing spaces, Chuck Berry, Roy Orbison, Elvis, B.B. King, Johnny Cash and oh, so many others would never have existed .. "There are places I remember, all my life .. " .. and, oddly, the rest of the patrons thumbing the racks were your friends as well, for a brief time ..
When I did buy a record, there was nothing like getting it home, flipping on the record player, sliding the vinyl from the sleeve and dropping it on the turntable .. marveling at the luster of the pristine groove .. the lowering of the arm into the groove, knowing it's the first time this particular record had been played .. We had record collections back then
Other than a small resurgence of vinyl over the last few years, these old experiences have gone the way of so many things .. physical browsing replaced by a "Click for Similar Items" .. like an audio Big Mac ..
Oh the memories....a record store where I had my first charge account....where after catching a late night signal from a radio station from a far distance away and hearing a new song, I could rush in the next day and ask them to order it for me, sometimes requesting they order more than one copy and which friends to send to the listening booth with it....the upset over having a room mate move out and steal my record collection...
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