Comments on: Storytime – Misty Mountain Hop

By: bigbearbutt

bigbearbutt — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 16:01:29 +0000

SAA-LUTE!

By: Dang Fool

Dang Fool — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 15:40:10 +0000

There is SO much about this story which resonated with my childhood…

I will point out that my experience moonshining gave me great advantage in chemistry class! I expect my kids don’t believe me.

So in Heehaw tradition, let’s give a big salute to Birdmuck, Kentucky! SA-LUTE!

By: mannyac

mannyac — Sun, 28 Oct 2012 16:46:00 +0000

True…or in the words of Steven Tyler. When I was born the Dead Sea was just sick…

By: bigbearbutt

bigbearbutt — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 23:34:18 +0000

Dude, when I was a kid you were still driving to work at the quarry in your foot powered car with the big stone wheels.

Yabba dabba doooooo!

By: mannyac

mannyac — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 21:39:10 +0000

When you were a kid I was enjoying Miami and Ft. Lauderdale, and Key West and Coconut Grove and…

By: Mugician13

Mugician13 — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 06:20:48 +0000

As always, so well written. We grew up in different environments, but around the same time period… disco sucks, macrame was everywhere… I did have a fondness for fondue, though… Hee Haw [especially that "PLBBFFT, you were gone" bit]….

I grew up in the middle of Kansas, so we had hot, humid summers, and frigid snowy winters, and the wind was never less than 20 MPH. Ever. So I can only imagine what it was like the first time you saw snow….

Thanks for sharing this, BBB. And next time you get ‘hold of a TI calculator? Type in 58008 for me. ;)

By: Thunderspank

Thunderspank — Fri, 26 Oct 2012 21:06:03 +0000

Awesome post BBB! You Sir, have a gift with the written word. :)

By: Bristal

Bristal — Fri, 26 Oct 2012 03:49:10 +0000

Just awesome. Your posts are some of the best reading on my blog reader. I grew up in rural Arizona with Summers in Georgia. I’m. A bit on the eclectic side, if not completely culturally confused.

By: bigbearbutt

bigbearbutt — Fri, 26 Oct 2012 00:24:42 +0000

Shush, you lived in Miami. I bet you liked it in Ft Lauderdale.

By: bigbearbutt

bigbearbutt — Fri, 26 Oct 2012 00:24:12 +0000

Honestly, I’m pretty sure my stories are typical of most people.

No, really. That’s the thing, you look at the surface of people, and you can imagine something, but nobody has any idea really what the hell is in anyone’s life story.

You say I had someone looking out for me, but I think it’s a miracle that anyone makes it out of their childhood alive. And not to turn it too serious, but frankly many don’t.

I mentioned in passing knife fights in school. I don’t say that to pretend I’m a badass, I’m not. I am totally not. Manny knows me, he could tell you. :)

But you don’t have to be a badass to be in fights, or live in bad areas, or be bullied or be in situations where bad shit happens.

I grew up in pretty bad situations when I was really young. My first serious fight was when I was 5 or younger, not sure exactly, but I had a coke in a glass bottle sitting in the dirt of my front “lawn”, since it was sugar sand and not actual, you know, grass, and another kid my same age walking by saw it, wanted it, and I said no, and he took it away from me and smashed it over my head, busting the bottle and my skull open. Still got the scars from the stitches for that one buried in my skull.

I guess all I can say is, shit happens, and if I hope anyone gets anything other than a chuckle out of these stories from my past, it’s simply to say, yes, bad shit, REALLY bad shit happens, I bet bad shit or wierd stuff or WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT has happened to you too, you’re not alone , and the important thing is to try and find the humor in it because it’s far too late to do anything about it now, isn’t it?

Or, to misquote the Gunny, “Never give the prick the satisfaction, sir.”