tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post5104360230789065215..comments2024-01-21T03:26:23.301-05:00Comments on Musings: A High School Memorysagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-30280049970431118142009-05-02T11:27:00.000-04:002009-05-02T11:27:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.sexyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00785835090328728639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-31231926125905558232008-11-03T14:16:00.000-05:002008-11-03T14:16:00.000-05:00I forgot about the girl from North Brunswick who h...<I>I forgot about the girl from North Brunswick who had broken my heart and the one from Hoggard whom I’d disappointed</I><BR/><BR/>Sometimes it seems like I've spent half my life doing that :)<BR/><BR/>Terrific story, Sage.Bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10096591352278195759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-63045214914269942472008-11-02T14:55:00.000-05:002008-11-02T14:55:00.000-05:00Actually Maggie, he was from Georgia--he attended ...Actually Maggie, he was from Georgia--he attended college with Ferrol Sams, one of my favorite southern writers, who blast him in his middle trilogy of growing up in Georgia in the 20s and 30s. If I remember correctly, he stuck his nose where it didn't belong in China and was killed and Welch, the founder of the John Birch Society took his name for his extreme right-wing ideological organization.sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-14623686601596968742008-11-02T13:04:00.000-05:002008-11-02T13:04:00.000-05:00Hum, looks like I am wrong yet again. This is why...Hum, looks like I am wrong yet again. This is why I don't comment on your posts until after the fact. Otherwise, my mistakes would be out there for your intellegent readers to rip into and apart. :)<BR/><BR/>Although, our anchor man, Joe Birch, may be a relative (the hair) because of the last name hook-up, and he <I>is</I> a relative of Wink Martindale who is from Jackson, TN. Hum, is Wink a conservative nut? Need to google Wink now! You know, I thought John Birch a conservationist on a conservative for the longest time.<BR/><BR/>Okay, I'll retreat to my hole and stop bothering you...maggie moranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02462439415973311990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-56899531580072978562008-11-02T12:54:00.000-05:002008-11-02T12:54:00.000-05:00Oh, you cannot win! BTW, isn't John Birch a Tenne...Oh, you cannot win! BTW, isn't John Birch a Tennessean? I need to google him.maggie moranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02462439415973311990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-16129860327787397322008-11-02T12:33:00.000-05:002008-11-02T12:33:00.000-05:00Murf, I suppose the old saying is true, we can't l...Murf, I suppose the old saying is true, we can't live with you or without you...<BR/><BR/>Gel, thanks for stopping by. Tell Pat we miss his poetry!sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-22157853387191706242008-11-02T05:21:00.000-05:002008-11-02T05:21:00.000-05:00Hi Sage,It's my first time here via Pat P's blog.I...Hi Sage,<BR/>It's my first time here via Pat P's blog.<BR/>I, too, love the water. It's where my blog name of "GEL" comes from. There's a song, also from the 70's called "Green-Eyed Lady"/ocean lady-<BR/><BR/>Reading your memories here, I felt so sad that you were ditched (she should have let you know much earlier!), but also uplifted that the water brought you solace and strength. Currents of life, so to speak and I mean that in a nature sense b/c I'm not religious. Glad I found your blog and I'll be back!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-54772580436864445382008-11-01T19:04:00.000-04:002008-11-01T19:04:00.000-04:00Women are evil. I don't know how you guys put up ...Women are evil. I don't know how you guys put up with us at all. :-)Murfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859630977737647681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-45177259652510713472008-11-01T15:10:00.000-04:002008-11-01T15:10:00.000-04:00MH, I think she smoked Salem's, they were a big wo...MH, I think she smoked Salem's, they were a big women's brand at that time--I should write more about my career in cigarettes--as one of the few non-smokers in the store, I got to handle the ordering and stocking of the cigarettes! When I started working there in late 1973(remember, this was in NC), a cartoon of cigarettes cost 1.89--they were 1.99 for longs--that's a carton, not a pack.<BR/><BR/>Dan, don't worry about being hip like Mother Hen for you might find that hip disjointed somewhere along the line!<BR/><BR/>Epiphany, yes, there is something about being by water that calms our souls--the 23rd Psalm illustrates this, "he leadth me by still waters, he restores my soul"<BR/><BR/>Gautami, Thanks!sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-33793699301483413372008-11-01T13:43:00.000-04:002008-11-01T13:43:00.000-04:00Well, you got the better deal!Well, you got the better deal!gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-43091424742831548522008-11-01T11:20:00.000-04:002008-11-01T11:20:00.000-04:00Aw, the crushing blows to the heart we received in...Aw, the crushing blows to the heart we received in high school. They were so much more ...traumatic, I think, because it was virgin territory for our emotions. No armor in place yet - at least for me.<BR/><BR/>I always feel more at peace by the water. Always, no matter what.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-48830645297619950082008-11-01T10:56:00.000-04:002008-11-01T10:56:00.000-04:00You tell a great story. I felt as if I was riding...You tell a great story. I felt as if I was riding along in the canoe, and I really enjoyed how you described the landscape. I still cross over the rivers of my youth everyday. They're lined with cement. <BR/><BR/>Despite disappointments of dating and relationships during ones youth; time heals all. Thanks for the visit on my blog recently. Mother Hen's comment caused me to laugh out loud. I guess if I was hip I just would have written LOL.D.O.M. Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17816675120931905505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-10393413223284896622008-10-31T23:46:00.000-04:002008-10-31T23:46:00.000-04:00Ah, how dare you! Honey, you were very cute, but d...Ah, how dare you! Honey, you were very cute, but do you really want me to say it out loud here, publicly, that you had a dozen camel fleas under your armpits back then?! Ha! And btw, you should be thankful that Marlboro, not Pot or Crack, is my middle name! :)<BR/><BR/>PS: you have my permission to delete this if it is too much k?The Real Mother Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13226727195920798035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-26749913218839352972008-10-31T21:40:00.000-04:002008-10-31T21:40:00.000-04:00Ed, love your opening sentence!Randall, you and Ed...Ed, love your opening sentence!<BR/><BR/>Randall, you and Ed are going to entice me to make a trip to the Ozarks one day<BR/><BR/>Yah TC!<BR/><BR/>Mother Hen, and you, Cheryl, tasted like an ashtray! :)<BR/><BR/>Cyclop, Yes, high school leaves us with memories, many that we would do better to forget.<BR/><BR/>Kenju, thank you! <BR/><BR/>Scarlet, I like that one too!sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-30534804216257965222008-10-31T16:32:00.000-04:002008-10-31T16:32:00.000-04:00I love Ed Abbey's first sentence. He stole it fro...I love Ed Abbey's first sentence. He stole it from me verbatim. ;)Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17560614073319109150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-17944249595423590472008-10-31T14:27:00.000-04:002008-10-31T14:27:00.000-04:00YOu were SO cute!! How could she do that to you??YOu were SO cute!! How could she do that to you??kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-66792956318830914852008-10-31T12:46:00.000-04:002008-10-31T12:46:00.000-04:00The transition from one scene to another is smooth...The transition from one scene to another is smooth. Looks like your Cheryl has spoken.High school is indeed a wonderful arena, to leave with memorable stories.cyclopsevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440123931878867581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-17234962528961315762008-10-31T10:30:00.000-04:002008-10-31T10:30:00.000-04:00Your words are a giant time machine, transporting ...Your words are a giant time machine, transporting me through time to the river. I would sit and watch the water flow, and watch you canoeing. That's a lot about this post. For now, I would just come out of the closet, my real name is Cheryl. I'm from N. Brunswick. And you're a lousy kisser!The Real Mother Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13226727195920798035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-91738291816878752292008-10-31T10:16:00.000-04:002008-10-31T10:16:00.000-04:00Oh man, boo to Cheryl!!!!!Oh man, boo to Cheryl!!!!!TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02487739742081226423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-58863870390762252062008-10-31T09:18:00.000-04:002008-10-31T09:18:00.000-04:00Ditto Ed's remark, especially the stretch of Buffa...Ditto Ed's remark, especially the stretch of Buffalo between Ponca and Pruitt.<BR/><BR/>Cheers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-86869108170594536882008-10-31T09:05:00.000-04:002008-10-31T09:05:00.000-04:00Women come and go but the river is always there. ...Women come and go but the river is always there. I understand you completely! For me, it was and still is the Buffalo River.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.com