"I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows till you come home." - Groucho Marx, "Duck Soup"
On Saturday night, Ashleigh came home with her friends, and like any teenager worthy of the title, forgot to close the garage door. This wasn’t really that big of a deal. We live in a relatively safe neighborhood so no one stole our cars. Read the rest of this entry »
Continuing with our trip through Georgia before the Sons of the Desert Convention…
After our long bus-rides the day before, the last thing that Ashleigh and I wanted to do on Tuesday was get up and get on another bus. And yet, we did just that…this time taking a three-hour trip to historical Savannah, Georgia. Read the rest of this entry »
I just recently acquired a large set of my Dad’s slides from the early 1970’s, which will go a long way to fill in some of the gaps of my early ’70’s timeline. Among the slides were shots from a 1973 visit to Kings Island. A couple of the K.I. shots will be seen in future postings, but here are a few shots from inside the Enchanted Voyage, a ride from the 1970’s talked about in great detail here.
“The Big Seven” is my corny phrase for a group of musical acts that I collect, listen to, and talk about incessantly. Most who know me well can recite the members of the elite Big Seven; those merely familiar with me have probably at least heard the phrase. Each particular band made its entry into the Big Seven at various times between 1985 and 1990. The theory of the “Big Seven” was only a state of mind prior to the last band’s entry at which time the phrase “Big Seven” came into being. Since the title has now become nothing short of Brad-cultural-lore, there can and will never be a “Big Eight,” although an eighth band was added at one point. Fortunately, this eighth band had a mutual member with Band #7, so it operates under the umbrella of the seventh band. Read the rest of this entry »