My friends texted me from the Orange Bowl. They met while students at UGA a long time ago. They were having a party down there.
I stopped by their business and took a few photos. I like it messy and somewhat unfocused sometimes. Of course, I see it all with a somewhat altered state.
Like a story or something. Anyhow it's coming down next week. No worries. I'm just getting started.
My friends texted me from the Orange Bowl. They met while students at UGA a long time ago. They were having a party down there. I stopped by their business and took a few photos. I like it messy and somewhat unfocused sometimes. Of course, I see it all with a somewhat altered state. Like a story or something. Anyhow it's coming down next week. No worries. I'm just getting started.
From the "where are they now" segment of the tell-
We often convoyed from Ft. Ord down 101 to either Hunter Liggett or Camp Roberts for maneuvers. It was beautiful country there along the Arroyo Seco on the back side of the coastal mountains. We spent off time wondering out into the bush, tubing, etc, military minds and other kinds. The Chicanos were new to my friendship experiences and they were a blast. There in the picture are a few of us, with Stoney holding up something red.
Turns out it's an apple, perfectly sculpted into a proper chillum and great for smoking Thai-Stick and what not.
Stoney was from Iowa, and had been in for awhile and transferred from the 2nd Infantry in Korea. He was pretty close to crazy, mostly in good ways. We both loved motorcycles and carousing.
He hated the Army and was always looking for an angle to get out. Indeed he was like a force of nature and a blackbird in a cage.
Finally he did get free, and joined up with a motorcycle club up in Grants Pass, Oregon; at least that's what I heard. I don't really know how I wound up with his dog tags. I kept them for him.
"Hey Stoney, if you see this having made it this far drop me a line right here. I know you owe me a charley horse. I still have your tags complete with SSN. I'm thinking about stealing your identity. I'm waiting to smoke primo out of an apple with my old pal again! Maybe we can find some Mexicans to come along!"
Sorry for the 110 instamatic image. It's a scan of a 48 yo picture
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Sep 14, 2023 - 1:59pm
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From the "where are they now" segment of the tell-
We often convoyed from Ft. Ord down 101 to either Hunter Liggett or Camp Roberts for maneuvers. It was beautiful country there along the Arroyo Seco on the back side of the coastal mountains. We spent off time wondering out into the bush, tubing, etc, military minds and other kinds. The Chicanos were new to my friendship experiences and they were a blast. There in the picture are a few of us, with Stoney holding up something red.
Turns out it's an apple, perfectly sculpted into a proper chillum and great for smoking Thai-Stick and what not.
Stoney was from Iowa, and had been in for awhile and transferred from the 2nd Infantry in Korea. He was pretty close to crazy, mostly in good ways. We both loved motorcycles and carousing.
He hated the Army and was always looking for an angle to get out. Indeed he was like a force of nature and a blackbird in a cage.
Finally he did get free, and joined up with a motorcycle club up in Grants Pass, Oregon; at least that's what I heard. I don't really know how I wound up with his dog tags. I kept them for him.
"Hey Stoney, if you see this having made it this far drop me a line right here. I know you owe me a charley horse. I still have your tags complete with SSN. I'm thinking about stealing your identity. I'm waiting to smoke primo out of an apple with my old pal again! Maybe we can find some Mexicans to come along!"
Sorry for the 110 instamatic image. Its a scan of a 48 yo picture
From the "where are they now" segment of the tell-
We often convoyed from Ft. Ord down 101 to either Hunter Liggett or Camp Roberts for maneuvers. It was beautiful country there along the Arroyo Seco on the back side of the coastal mountains. We spent off time wondering out into the bush, tubing, etc, military minds and other kinds. The Chicanos were new to my friendship experiences and they were a blast. There in the picture are a few of us, with Stoney holding up something red.
Turns out it's an apple, perfectly sculpted into a proper chillum and great for smoking Thai-Stick and what not.
Stoney was from Iowa, and had been in for awhile and transferred from the 2nd Infantry in Korea. He was pretty close to crazy, mostly in good ways. We both loved motorcycles and carousing.
He hated the Army and was always looking for an angle to get out. Indeed he was like a force of nature and a blackbird in a cage.
Finally he did get free, and joined up with a motorcycle club up in Grants Pass, Oregon; at least that's what I heard. I don't really know how I wound up with his dog tags. I kept them for him.
"Hey Stoney, if you see this having made it this far drop me a line right here. I know you owe me a charley horse. I still have your tags complete with SSN. I'm thinking about stealing your identity. I'm waiting to smoke primo out of an apple with my old pal again! Maybe we can find some Mexicans to come along!"
Sorry for the 110 instamatic image. Its a scan of a 48 yo picture
From the "where are they now" segment of the tell-
We often convoyed from Ft. Ord down 101 to either Hunter Liggett or Camp Roberts for maneuvers. It was beautiful country there along the Arroyo Seco on the back side of the coastal mountains. We spent off time wondering out into the bush, tubing, etc, military minds and other kinds. The Chicanos were new to my friendship experiences and they were a blast. There in the picture are a few of us, with Stoney holding up something red.
Turns out it's an apple, perfectly sculpted into a proper chillum and great for smoking Thai-Stick and what not.
Stoney was from Iowa, and had been in for awhile and transferred from the 2nd Infantry in Korea. He was pretty close to crazy, mostly in good ways. We both loved motorcycles and carousing. He hated the Army and was always looking for an angle to get out. Indeed he was like a force of nature and a blackbird in a cage.
Finally he did get free, and joined up with a motorcycle club up in Grants Pass, Oregon; at least that's what I heard. I don't really know how I wound up with his dog tags. I kept them for him.
"Hey Stoney, if you see this having made it this far drop me a line right here. I know you owe me a charley horse. I still have your tags complete with SSN. I'm thinking about stealing your identity. I'm waiting to smoke primo out of an apple with my old pal again! Maybe we can find some Mexicans to come along!"
Sorry for the 110 instamatic image. It's a scan of a 48 yo picture
DJ Petesake is a Los Angeles guy who doesn't drive. Here's his quest to take all 10 Metrolink lines in one weekend (limited service) day. Excellent amusement as he ponders some of life's great questions. What are those round plugs for?
That is so different than the instagram story... But yes, why travel is so great. The world would be a better place if more people did.
Joseph Rosendo ends his Travel Scope program with a Mark Twain quote. "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." So true. I really love most of the travel, cooking, and exploration shows on PBS. Patti Jinich. David Yetman. Rick Steves. What a way to live and work.
Good ol days? 
