bmello said:
Wow Mr. Wizard!!! You are doing wonderful for your age, and you have got me beat. My father was born in 1920 and was a pearl harbor survivor, so I wish I could still listen to his stories, since he has passed, but love to listen to anyone that has stories so give us what you got, would love to hear more anytime!!! In fact, I have a pic of my dad when he won his first color TV back in the mid 70s, it was a compact size!!! Love to reminisce!!
Ha! There have been times when I thought my body was trying to kill me, and it was me that was killin it. I drank grease most of my life. In my time, having meat to put on the table three times a day meant you were MAKIN it! I grew up making sure I had a little piece of fat on every bite. OMG!!!! Now I have this set of scars on my chest and leg. 5 little dashes in the one on my leg. THAT wasn't fun.
Now, I eat pretty good health wise, and I drink only twice what the doc wants me to. I have my weed. My very first crop of weed was what you could call a natural one. I threw out the seeds and walked on em. The plants grew great and spread a little every year. It was weed from Thailand and it was about 1949 or so. I never quit smoking my weed from that time on. There have been dry spells before I found out how to do proper Hydroponic weed. Now, I've got 8 pounds total in the closet that is what I call my tips. I take just the very tips off of enough tops to give me my own "best-of" stash. Each tip is just the size for a one hitter on the bong.
You ought to see the faces of the young people who come out of the place I go to shoot pool. I'll step out to smoke a pinner and I'll hold a toke in while they walk by. When I let it out, I always here someone say like they saw a ghost; "That OLD guy back there was smoking some weed man, NO SHIT!) Some come back and get lucky. I share a little pinner with a couple or three of em and they all get glassy eyed and swayin. Hhahaahaha. "Hey man, this is some great shit" is the best compliment in the world to a grower like me.
They take it easy on me on the pool table then. I get em all messed up and THEN we play for drinks. Hahahahahahaha.
You want a story? I'll tell you one that was a big laugh on me!
I was in a place called "Joes Place" in Hawthorne Nevada back in about 1980. I was working in a mine in Gabbs Nevada, about 60-80 miles just down the road. I had been shooting pool all day and had a great buzz goin. I won the last ten games or so and thought I was hot shit.
A bus from Vegas to Reno stopped there every evening for a 15 minute break. This little guy about 5 foot tall dressed in a fancy suit and a "Mafia" type hat comes in off the bus. I'm standing there "owning" the table and he says "Ya wanna shoot one kid?" I'm in my 40's then. I say sure, it's my table. That means he has to rack em. Good ole quarter tables.
I'm getting down on my pitcher of beer and I say to him, "You want to shoot for a picture or the price?" He says "Naw, lets just shoot for fun".
I thought, what a wussy. Oh well. No other action so what the hell.
I broke em and didn't make anything.
He called every single thing he did, and he did plenty.
He ran the table twice and the bus tooted. He dipped his hat at me and thanked me for the games.
Holy Crap!
What if he'd wanted my money?
Ha!
