Continuing on. Life was good and something strange is happening with Blogger. I'm getting some pop up every few seconds that I have to close and it is getting annoying. We will do our best to push through the nonsense.
I should mention a few random memories from my childhood. Two year first grade. Let's continue. I had to take the bus to a different school then the one my older brother went to which was right by our house. I also took the bus home except for the day that I didn't make it on the bus after school. I don't recall why I missed it but I did so I walked home. I must have been 7 because it was at John C. Fremont school so it would have been during my second year of first grade. Anyhow, that was a bit of a hike. I think about my 7 year old son Andy making that trek alone today and it is a bit of a scary thought. Life was a little different back in 1979. Obviously I made it home, unscathed. I also walked myself to the K-Mart once. I was in love with Olivia Newton John and the movie Xanadu. Not so much a classic but Olivier was hot and as a little boy I had a huge crush on her. So much so that I took some money that did not belong to me and I walked to the K-Mart and bought the Motion Picture Soundtrack of Xanadu. I actually think it was the vinyl, could have been the 8 track I guess. Well no matter. I proudly took it home and then was questioned about how I purchased said album. Needless to say it went back to the store. It was okay though, we had the Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack on the 8 track and I would listen to it repeatedly.
I remember going on a Father's and Sons camp out with pops. We took a yellow Toyota pick up truck that had a camper shell on the back. Well, in my memory it had a camper shell on the back and that is where we slept. It was at a lake south of Carson City and Gardnerville. I don't recall what lake it was but I do remember listening to Willie Nelson sing On the Road Again. I also remember stopping on the side of the road on the way home, getting out of the car and watching people take off in a hot air balloon. Good times for sure.
I was really good a cutting open my head when I was a kid. Always lead with the head right? Okay, maybe I got that wrong. Anyhow, it was right around my 5th birthday and I was hanging out with my best pal Matt Callister back in those days. We were engaged in a hardcore pillow fight with his older brother Scott and his friend. Things were going great and then I took a solid hit that sent me flying through the air. I went head first into the corner of a dresser or cabinet of some sort. It split my head open. No big deal, it was only a flesh wound. I still have the scar in the top of my head. Perhaps the Lord decided I could keep my hair so I wouldn't have to walk around flashing a big scar in the top of my head. It is there anyway. I took another cut to the head when I got in a lava rock fight with Jim and one of his friends. All was good until someone connected with the back of my favorite head. By that time I was an old pro at this bleeding head thing. Skipping ahead a few years and in another state, I was in a relay during PE at Silver Mesa Elementary in Sandy, Utah when I ran my leg, went to the end of the line, jumped up in the air to cheer on my team and rammed my head into some fixture on the wall that was there to tie up the rope, yep the rope that we used to have to climb in gym class. Whatever. That was a bleeder. it got me the rest of the day off of school though.
Back to the Carson City years. I liked to hang out with my dad. I liked to hear his jokes. He always has some sort of comedic comment coming out of his mouth. I also didn't mind repeating his jokes and fortunately he kept them clean for his young sons. I was out on the town with my buddy Matt Callister and his dad. We drove by the cemetery in Carson and so I piped up with a classic "People are just dying to get in there". Couldn't leave it at just that so I followed it up with "You know how many dead people are buried in there? All of them". Matt's dad John thought I was a pretty funny kid. As long as I could properly remember my dads sweet lines then I probably was pretty funny.
I could continue here with sports and then dive into live after we moved to Utah but I think I will save that for round part 3. It's nearly 1 AM and I have to go move some laundry then get to bed. Til next time.
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