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160118 January 18, 2016



Tommy Towery
LHS '64
        We went out to get the paper this morning and found that during the night our house and car had been egged. According to the time stamp on my security camera it happened about 3 am. I got the time but did not get any video of the perpetrators. Our's was not the only house in the neighborhood to be egged, so it was just a random act of vandalism and not a personal attack on Sue or me. I do not have any enemies (or friends) in my life to make me the victim of a personal attack of this nature, so it was just kids being kids I am sure.

        I was looking for a story I did on an egging incident in which I participated, along with David France, Lewis Brewer, and Bob Walker, but I cannot locate the file right now and the time is getting late so I will have have to postpone publishing it again till a later date.

        Unlike rolling someone's yard with toilet paper, egging a place or car was always directed more toward someone you didn't like than someone you did. Or, as in my case, hitting a target of opportunity as we called it in the Air Force. My house just happens to be at a stop sign on a busy street, so I can see how someone might bail out of a car, lob a couple of eggs, and then hop in and speed away into the darkness. I feel this was done by people walking down the street instead of driving, since so many houses were hit.

        I am sure the statue of limitations has run out on anything we did as teenagers, so I am looking for some of you to share with the rest of us your stories of either being the egger or the eggee during your teenage years. If you do not want your name listed with your story just let me know and it will remain a secret between you and me.

        So, how about it? Do you feel like sharing some of your earlier exploits? Maybe you have a story  (or a confession to a fellow classmate) you have never shared before. Now is the time. Email me.

        Memphis, TN - It seems the older we get the more time we spend in doctor's offices. I see new reports every day on Facebook. I guess that is the price we pay for getting old, and we should be grateful we have some very good doctors to care for us. I got an email from one friend who said he had to get a new and larger address book because he had filled up all the "D" section of his old one with all the doctor's numbers as he grew older. I had a catscan last week and another procedure schedule for Monday so I know what I am talking about.

        By the way...I have run out of jukebox selections, so if you haven't spent your virtual quarter on your three selections, then send them in and we'll "drop a coin right into the slot."

        This Week's Trivia: Which song featured that phrase?


The Virtual Jukebox
Tommy Towery
LHS '64

  This Week's Selections by
Mike Crowl
LHS ‘65

        Here are Mike's three jukebox selections using his virtual quarter and his comments.

        #1 The Twist by Chubby Checker

        I think he got more of us on the dance floor than we want to admit.

The Twist

        2 Sweet Dreams by.Patsy Cline. 

        Anything Patsy!  Sweet Dreams was released in 1963. As a young boy I loved the Grand Old Opera. I liked all country music. My girlfriend's sister was older than us and she and her husband would take us to Nashville with them when they went.  Never forget good times and good memories.

Sweet Dreams

        #3 - Pretty Woman Roy Orbison 

        Pretty Woman was released in 1964.and is one of my all-time favorites. I love anything Roy !  I went to my first concert ,in Huntsville ,at the old Colosseum and Roy was the main feature! I will never forget it.! When those girls were trying to jump on the stage to get to him, it scared me to death.  I had no idea of the emotional outcry for a star singer! I was apparently very naive!

Pretty Woman

        Editor's Note: I know I said I would try to use videos of just the records spinning, but the video of Roy Orbison is so classic I cannot help but include it.

Roy Orbison Singing Pretty Woman


Radar Men From the Moon Chapter 11



From Our Mailbox 


Subject:    Moon River

John Drummond

LHS '65

        Barb submitted my all-time favorite slow-dance song, "Moon River."  In the film, Audrey Hepburn's character, Holly Golightly, sang it while sitting in an open apartment window, playing a guitar and looking very wistful.   "Breakfast at Tiffany's" was written by Truman Capote, who grew up in Monroeville, Alabama, and was a close childhood friend of Harper Lee.  In "To Kill a Mockingbird," the character of Dill was modeled after him.   Like many novelists, Capote was an alcoholic; he often appeared on late-night talk shows clearly intoxicated.  He died while an overnight guest of his friend Joanna Carson, Johnny Carson's second ex-wife.

        One line from this famous tune has always mystified me: "Rainbow's end, Waitin'  'round the bend,  MY HUCKLEBERRY FRIEND, Moon River, and me."  What is a "Huckleberry Friend?"  Is it a reference to Mark Twain's novel, "Huckleberry Finn", in which much of the action took place on a river raft?  Is there some allusion to Savannah, GA, where the lyricist, Johnny Mercer, grew up?  Or did he just pull a 4-syllable adjective out of the depths of his musical mind?   I hope one of our classmates can explain the origin or intent of "My Huckleberry Friend.

        I just watched the "CBS Sunday Morning" program, and the weekly "Almanac" reported that 67 years ago today, January 10, 1949, the first 45 rpm record was released.  It became the dominant form of purchased music by our generation throughout the 1950s and well into the 1960s, until being replaced by audio cassettes.  The current high school students, with their iPods and iPhones, must think that our method of listening to music was quite primitive, probably Neanderthal even.

        I heard a story of a father browsing through items at a garage sale with his 12-year-old son.  When they passed a phonograph, the son asked, "Dad, what is that thing?"  The father replied that it was a phonograph and the round thing in the middle was a turntable, upon which you would place a record for playing music.   A few moments passed by as the boy pondered this strange-looking apparatus, trying to figure it out.  Then he looked up and asked: "Dad, what is a record?" 

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