Yup.
Dang right!And you're still around to talk about it!
Forgot to mention chasing pussy…
Yeah but back then we called it poppin cherriesForgot to mention chasing pussy…
Your sister? The same one involved in the property fiasco? RIP either way.My "smoking career" lasted less than one day. My sister (RIP, brain cancer) and I found a brand new pack of Camels in the garage, tucked away, which my Dad smoked. So we went out towards the barn and tried a few. And got fairly "looped." Mom smelled it on my sister almost immediately. We both got spanked, and when Dad got home I got it some more.
This was when I was ?? 10-12 so this was 58--'60 or so. What we did not know is that pack was at least TEN YEARS OLD. It was the last pack Dad had when he got home from the Army after WWII and decided to keep them for a souvenir
But now DiabeticAnd you're still around to talk about it!
I bet u were part of a biker gang too?
Dang right.
I'm not! Not anymore!But now Diabetic
That radio operator was a cutie.Before I joined the Navy, and I was underage, my Dad made it clear he had ZERO tolerance for me drinking. He told me one time "if I ever came home drunk, don't come home."
Before I joined, I worked for the local PD as a "radio operator", dispatcher, nowadays. On normal nights we had maybe 3 patrolman up to the end of "swing" then 1 or from midnight to 8AM
But on summer weekends when the "kids" were active, they would have extra guys on at least til midnight. We only had one patrol car "car 10" but they'd get the fire chief's car and even sometimes one guy would run around in the Cushman meter patrol rig.
They'd typically confiscate beer from 'juvies' and call their parents to take them home. And the beer, mixed bottle and broken cases and six packs would get dumped in the chief's office. The cops would divide this up unless some was for court evidence
Nobody really knew what was there so I'd pirate a couple six packs and toss em in the trunk of the car. We'd go out Sat/ Sun night and drink them This did not work so well about this time of year because IT CAN FREEZE and now you have ?"ice"? beer
Operator has her hand on the local freq down on 38 some odd Mhz, "low band VHF". This serviced a LOT of ground, the sheriff and town, the county sheriff and county seat PD of the next county "Boundry", and also "Kootenai" although city of Coeur d Alene I believe had a second freq for their PD. State patrol was on this at "Huetter port of entry" so there was a bunch of stations on it.
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Chief Elliott for a posed photo at the teletype. I was not there then, and he and a few of the other officers did not think much of it. The "dispatch" and PD was a small place, and I bet the noise irritated them
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No, she was the older of the two. She was gone before my Mom was. Early 50's. They treated a tricky brain tumor and "you never know" what people tell you. She claimed it was going to be OK but in about a year? it "came back." Was in a deep part of the brain could not be treated furtherYour sister? The same one involved in the property fiasco? RIP either way.
Man that's sad. We had a church member years ago with similar.No, she was the older of the two. She was gone before my Mom was. Early 50's. They treated a tricky brain tumor and "you never know" what people tell you. She claimed it was going to be OK but in about a year? it "came back." Was in a deep part of the brain could not be treated further
Just lost one of my best friends the same way last April. Took way to long, he was suffering at the end. Bedridden, couldn't talk, eat or drink. Piss on cancerMan that's sad. We had a church member years ago with similar.
I never did shoot anybody so I'm out.
Yes, it counts.Does ricocheting a BB off of a trash burning barrel into you best bud's butt count?
Not like he didn't get even eventually