This is a 15 minute written blug. I am turning the water off in 15, thus, the end here.
Dallas Paper had a feature article about wine. Now, the wife and I are non-drinkers, not necessarily because we hate drunks. We just never got into it. When I was a junior in H.S., brother Jim (a senior) and I went to visit brother Marshall in Okla City over the Christmas break. Marshall had a New Year's eve dance job and had booked Jim with the band. String Bass. He did okay thumping the thing, but trombone was his real instrument.
Uncle Junior and Aunt Mary (maybe somebody else - can't remember) took me to the dance. It was in a ballroom on one of the top floors of a hotel downtown OK City .... I think. That was a long time ago and I was in a daze. The dance was fun. Jr. bussed Mary at Midnight - the first time I had seen that tradition carried out. I think Jim had a great time - and Marshall always had a great time.
I can still remember them playing Star Dust. Marshall took off on the first 3 note pickups, he wasn't just loud, he was obnoxiously loud on those three. It sure got everyone's attention in the entire room. The crowd didn't care. They jumped up and started dancing. This was when dancing was not just "slow-makeout" dancing and wiggling of today ( can't spell gyrations with confidence). These people knew the dance steps. Fun night.
A couple of milestones that trip. #1 Dad let us take the car and drive to Okla city by ourselves. We drove, bought gas, the whole shootin' match - and didn't get lost once. Marshall was the band director in a small squirrely school southeast of the City. If I had a map, i could tell you the name. We toured the school and met some of the kids. They were country as country can be. The school was one of those old 3 story red brick monstrosities, typical of the day.
#2 Marshall took us to a pizza joint. Levelland didn't have pizza at this time. It was a brand new experience to us. First thing after ordering, they put a cloth bib on each of us, tied it right on, around the neck. They brought out piles of spaghetti and pizza. I know this will make ME sound country. We had never eaten spaghetti, much less pizza. Marshall, being the suave type, taught us how to roll the spaghetti up on our forks using a big spoon.
And the pizza was really good. It did not taste like what I get today. Pizza had a different flavor than now. Maybe this is what they call New York Pizza or Chicago Pizza. I don't know; I live in small town Texas. It was different.
Over the following couple of years, my mom learned to make pizza - and spaghetti - she had a recipe for making the dough. . . mashed it out and decorated it with something. Who can remember? It was good too. I do not remember when the first pizza joint came to Levelland. It was probably a Pizza Hut. Beats me. But enough of that, I got off course.
On to the wine review...they write the dumbest things about ....wait....alarm went off. Bluggy ends. Time to turn off the water. Wine will come another day.
p.s. p.s. one night driving back to Marshall's "pad" in his friends
Jeep station wagon with snow tires ..... the tires made a sound on the pavement -
it was a particular note - a pitch, if you will. Marshall & his friends
would speed up and slow down tuning the tire notes with their ears. As a
budding musician, i was impressed. The one thing they didn't do was play a song
with the tire notes. That would have been even more impressive to
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Wine - no make that pizza & Ok City
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