A few more missteps of a delinquent

(Pictures Movies of 1955)

(  5 Guns West)

I was commenting to Sherry that the world has gotten meaner in the past 50 years. General motors ignition switch had 3 positions “On-Off- Lock”. In the off position you did not need a key, just turn it and the car was ready to start. Most cars were sitting at folks houses or work with the key in the ignition or in the ‘Off’ position. VERY FEW PEOPLE LOCKED THEIR CARS.

Funny incident: I was used to walking a lot. I drove Down town and parked in front of the drug store.  Went in and got an ice cream and walked home eating the ice cream. When I got home I wondered for a few seconds where my car was, then I realized it was down town. Of course I didn’t tell anyone.  What foolish person walks by their car and walks home???

  Date nights, Tony’s Ice Cream Parlor, Creamland, Dairy Queen, the Airport to watch planes land, Saturday rides into the mountains, BBQ King, Putt Putt, Out in the woods, down by the river, oh, and there was the Star Castle. Like a drive in movie, but the entertainment was Kilgo, the local Rock & Roll Disk Jockey who would spin the records by request while we sat in the cars and smooched. We ordered via Curb Service.

(Seven Year Itch)

I hadn’t quit school yet because my parents would not allow me to,  even though I planned to join the USMC at 17. Then I learned a friend of mine had joined the USMC under age, so I started working on plans to get in early.

I used Clorox to carefully blot out the year on my birth certificate, and took a green pencil to rebuild the no-erase background pattern. Using  Sherry’s typewriter I changed the year. Then I crumpled it up good stomped on the wad (aging it) then I used Sherry’s iron to Iron it back pretty flat, and had it photocopied. PERFECT!

So I started the process.  QUIT SCHOOL! Took all the tests, passed the physical, got the ‘100’ shots (it seemed) and headed with my buddy Sam to Raleigh to be sworn into the Corps. We were in the swearing-in room. All ready to raise our hands when I was called outside. A gentleman in a suit presented his SBI badge and said, “Son you are in trouble.”

He listed a group of laws I had broken, the years I was going to get, etc. Then said, “I have talked to the commander here, he doesn’t want you to get into any more trouble. He says if you come back the day you are 17 with parents permission, they will forget this ever happened.”  Of course I agreed (scared to death) he gave me a bus ticket home. That was a long ride back, when I had to tell my parents, Sherry and friends why I was not at Parris Island with Sam.

Coming home with my tail between my legs after all my BIG talk. I says to myself, “Boy you got a big mouth!”

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS: Tomorrow ‘BACK to school’,  then the WRECK.

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I saw this ‘34 hot rod in the park today.

The last shot is from his Garage (trailer)