Yes, there’s a lot of bad things happening in the world. There’s stinkers everywhere. But, there’s also many, many, wonderful folks out there doing such great things for so many less fortunate people. In this episode, Pop Pop remembers and tells all about the god folks he’s run across. Hopefully, this episode will set you to remembering the good people you’ve seen in action too. Forward ho!!!!
Back when movies we’re just invented, Pop Pop used to go a lot with his hoodlum friends. Return with him now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. You’ll only need a quarter to get in, a dime for popcorn, and, a nickel for a soda. Just don’t throw licorice at the screen. The lady who owns the theater goes nut when you do that and she might throw us out.
We all had chores back in the day. Not too many people had butlers and maids sitting around the house. Well, actually, they did. They were called kids. In this episode Pop Pop recalls his daily grind back in the day. Watch out for the demon in the coal bin and the weir wolf behind the garbage can. Get busy and check this one out.
One of life’s simple pleasures passed me by the other evening. I’m really bummed and don’t know what to do. I noticed my misfortune as I pulled into the driveway last Saturday night when I got back from the Chatterbox. I realized then and there that a great moment passed me by. This was a moment and event that I had been anticipating for weeks and, it’s gone. Yes, gone forever and, there’s nothing I can do. For weeks I’ve been waiting to see my odometer hit 88888 and I missed it. It went right by me somewhere between Newton and Hackettstown. It probably happened when I was keeping an eye peeled for a convenience store that sold those pre made ice cream cones I love so much. There was one stretch of road full of deer running from out of nowhere. I had to be a bit more vigilant. Then, again, at my age I might have just forgot. I know that I had made a mental note on my way up to the Chatterbox that morning, to be especially aware.. I figured the number would hit on the return trip back home. Darn, where’s a post-it when you need one. That only thing I can do, is back up fourteen miles. Don’t laugh. I’m thinking about it. Gosh, it’s 11,097 miles to 99999. Hope I don’t miss it. Darn!!!!
The other night I was broadcasting from the Chatterbox patio. The final Wanderers Cruise Night of the season was ramping down. A few people were at the outside tables but, most everyone was in the main dining room knocking down cheeseburgers and fries. I was playing a few of the quieter oldies at the time like the Duprees, or Flamingoes. It was a perfect time to be playing In the Still of the Night. The Chatterbox sits in a long flat valley that stretches from the northwest to the southeast. Low Jersey mountains rise on both sides of flat farm fields. It presents a pretty view anytime but, I like it especially at night. It reminds me of south east Ohio where I went to college. Railroads ran down the Ohio valleys and my friends and I used to walk the lines at night under the moon. Railroads once ran through the Chatterbox’s valley but they’re gone now.
A little girl and her mom rolled by me in the dairy aisle. They seemed to be buying party stuff. They were getting whipped cream and that kind of thing. I figured with the way they were talking that a birthday was coming up. “So, who’s having a birthday?” I asked. The little girl raised her hand. “Me!!! I’m gong to be six in two days now!!!” I answered back. “Six huh? I’ll bet you’re going to be eight. You’re a lot older than six.” “Nuh huh!!!! I’m going to be six” she giggled.
This particular show came out just fine. Chris gave me a pretty good tutorial on the wonderful world of Youtube. Turns out Youtube is a fantastic window on the world of music and entertainment and it’s waiting for young and old alike. I’d have gotten to this sooner but I after this show, I was too busy watching music videos. Enjoy.
All the way down the Blue Ridge Parkway a number of years ago, I was telling Sandy about this great restaurant basking in the shadow of the Peaks of Otter. ” Wait till you see this place Sandy. We can sit out on the porch over looking this beautiful lake and, beyond the lake, these two gorgeous twin peaks reflecting in the glistening water. And, there’s all this great food.” Poor Sandy heard this description every twenty miles all the way down. She would have gone and sat in the back with the dog and pretend to be asleep but, the view was just too good to miss. I’d see a peak and tell her that the particular mountain she was looking at was nice but, nothing compared to the left peak at the Peaks of Otter. Of course you know that there’s two of ‘em there. So, it’s twice as nice.
Out in the country and back in the old days, sometimes a barn or a cabin would catch fire and burn down. When that happened, neighbors would come from all around and make a weekend of rebuilding the lost building. They made it into a party. I think that the Amish still do this kind of thing. I guess it just went without saying that if something bad happened the friends and neighbors would appear with tools in hand and that’s that.