Note: The following video has an "adult" theme; if you are easily offended by such things, please don't click "Play" on it. There were other videos available, other songs, but this is the one that always comes to mind when I think of Lou Reed.
Deacon Jones was terrorizing opposing NFL quarterbacks when I first got interested in football; when I played, I tried to emulate his famous head slap when I could (get away with it). Even when his Rams played the Cowboys, my favorite team, I couldn't help but admire the ferocious way he played. (I think there's at least two sacks of Dallas QBs in the video.
There were other better known Yes tunes I could have chosen, but this is the one that first comes to my mind when I think of the group. My roommate in college used to play the opening riff on his guitar and we'd listen to their album all night long, leaving it on the turntable where it would play over and over and over.
This never was one of my favorite AC/DC tunes; it's arguably one of the ones they're most famous for, but I much prefer others. I can't hear it now without thinking of the following chilling story.
Back when I was roughnecking, I went to work for a younger guy named Ricky; I had worked with him before, the son-in-law of the driller. He was always sleepy and I resented him going to sleep out on the rig and subsequently forcing me to keep an eye on things. I also was worried about driving home with him, afraid he would fall asleep at the wheel.
I had a horrible dream about being with him in a wreck and decided to quit that job. At the time, it was easy to find another rig that needed an experienced hand, especially working morning tour (nights/graveyard) during the winter. I told him that night that I was going to quit and brought all my clothes home with me that next morning.
Needless to say, he was upset; I'm sure most of his anger was because he'd have to find someone to fill my spot and that his spoiled rotten wife would be P.O.'d that he'd have to spend most of the day looking for another hand instead of driving her around so she could foolishly spend his paycheck.
(I felt sorry for him; she not only spent his money on stupid crap, but couldn't be bothered to pack him a decent lunch. Many times I had seen him open up his lunch box to find a couple of bologna sandwiches...just meat and bread, no lettuce, tomato and not even any mayo. If he was lucky, he'd have a bag of chips and a few candy bars - if she hadn't eaten them already)
We were sitting in front of his house where I had parked my pickup the night before; he was trying his best to talk me out of quitting, but I wouldn't change my mind. As I had mentioned, it was a cold winter morning and when I thought my idling truck had warmed up enough, I told him I'd best go on home. He didn't answer; he had fallen asleep. I opened the door and got into my vehicle. He didn't wake up.
I decided I would go eat breakfast at the local cafe and did so. As I was driving out of town to go home, I passed by his house and saw him with his head on the steering wheel, still asleep. It was a nearly new car and outside, so I didn't worry about him being gassed by the car fumes. Like I said, he was a sleepy head.
It wasn't but a few weeks later he fell asleep on the way home, driving his brand new truck, and side-swiped a cattle truck. The rest of the crew was asleep too and thankfully none of them were seriously injured. I spoke to the county judge/coroner after that and he said there wasn't enough left of Ricky to pick up in a body bag.
I don't expect his spoiled wife was all that fussed about his death; she really was a dreadful person and was having affairs with several men in town. I'm sure she was looking forward to the death insurance check. The pickup sat in her front yard for months, towed there after the wreck. Someone finally offered to buy it for scrap and she accepted the offer but first wanted to get a brand new stereo out of the vehicle.
A friend of mine was called and asked if he would pull the stereo unit out of the car. He accepted (I think he was one of the men that was sleeping with her on the side) the driver's side dashboard was caved in, so he was having to take it out from the front. As he was wiggling the unit out of the dash to better get to the wires to disconnect them, the stereo came on.
This was the song that was playing when Ricky died.
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I grew up with a girl whose father bred and raised SPF (specific pathogen free) hogs for Jimmy Dean's plant in Plainview, Texas. Even though I eat very little pork, I'd probably buy Jimmy Dean sausage if it were on sale.
The famous Taco Bell Spokesdog – who charmed audiences with the catchphrase “Yo Quiero Taco Bell” – has died.
Gidget, the 15-year-old Chihuaha, suffered a fatal stroke Tuesday night, according to a report from People magazine.
The “mostly-retired” canine also appeared in the film “Legally Blonde 2,” starring as Bruiser’s mom. In addition, she appeared in a commercial for the ‘90s edition of Trivial Pursuit.
When she wasn’t starring in films and commercials, Gidget enjoyed taking hikes, sunning her fur and sleeping for 23 hours, her trainer Sue Chipperton told People.
“She made so many people happy,” Chipperton said. “Gidget always knew where the camera was.”
"Gidget enjoyed taking hikes, sunning her fur and sleeping for 23 hours..."
Wow, me and the dog had something in common.
I ate at Taco Bell yesterday and the meat in my taco tasted funny.
Just sayin', that's all.
I AM a little bit more upset at this news than I was over Michael Jackson.
It's not a good day, but the title of this post is a salute to Paul Harvey, who passed away earlier this evening.
I feel as though a good friend has died, and even though we had never met, I suppose Paul Harvey WAS a good friend.
I had listened to his radio programs for years and years. I used to date a lovely girl who lived a long, long way out on rough dirt roads and would listen to his radio program on the way out there. Even as anxious as I was to see my g/f, I would slow down to make sure I caught all of the show.
