I have a pretty amazing story about how my lost class ring was returned to me after several years. But it would sound pretty ignorant compared to Joe Richardson's story...amazing.
Fisherman nets bass - and lost class ring from 1987
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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My story isn't as good as Joe's either. I just got drunk and left it at a party, then about six years later a pawn shop called me. Yeah, my life is boring like that.
ReplyDeleteAnd of course, I promptly lost it again.
TD: How much did you have to pay Elroy at the pawn shop to get your coveted possession back?
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe somebody will go fishing one day in your neck of the woods. One can always hope.
I didn't mention that my class ring wasn't really mine. They don't give 'em for 10th grade. I just stole one from this nerdy guy that actually graduated a few years later and got my name engraved in it. It's a long story which I may relate at a later time.
I really don't remember, but it was over a hundred dollars. Andy, since you are an LSU fan, I just assumed that you didn't graduate from high school. Is that RACIST?
ReplyDelete(By the way, that is a joke, some folks don't get my humor.)
TD: You make good assumptions. Ha Ha! I get your humor just fine. I am a southerner, and I understand when some other southerner is making a joke.
ReplyDeleteIt ain't RACIST at all. And from what I've seen of your blog I don't think you have it in you.
I got my ring back (well, Eugene Corbin's ring..I always felt bad about that) for free.
Oh, Andy, you give me too much credit, I am racist against everyone that is not me. I am a race unto myself.
ReplyDeleteHow can you remember who's ring it was? Are you having one of those Opie kills a bird with a BB gun moments?
TD: I remember his name because I pretended to be his best friend for two years so I could steal his class ring without him knowing it.
ReplyDeleteAnd you have touched a soft spot in my heart. The Opie kills a bird with a BB gun episode is my favorite. It's the story of my life...a lot of wisdom and familiarity can be found when you visit Mayberry.
My older brother Chip and I did something similar (but it was intentional). I won't tell you what punishment Momma levied on us. She's still living and might possibly find out that I ratted her out (some of my kinfolks visit this blog).
Man, you must by some kinda freakin' Kreskin or something.
Naw, I ain't amazing or nothing, I am just small town through and through. I am from Louisville, MS. I didn't see that episode until many years after it first ran, but it almost made me cry watching Andy get mad and Opie being crushed. Looking back on it now, that is probably what made Opie turn into a raving moonbat. He should have never shot that bird.
ReplyDeleteYou want good punishment? Hot Wheel track applied to the back of the legs in a brisk fashion. Trust me, it is motivational and I never got my Cub Scout uniform dirty ever again.
Dang TD: You ARE some kinda Kreskin. This is spooky. Hot Wheels track whippings...cub scout uniform...Opie is a moonbat...
ReplyDeleteCrap, we may have too much in common. You'd better start worrying about yourself. Maybe get some professional help so you don't end up like me.
Did your Momma ever stomp across the wood floors with a belt in her hand screaming "I'm not waiting til your father gets home." Or make you cut a quince switch and then tear your legs up with it.
Poor Momma. She took way more punishment than she gave.
Louisville, MS. I had to go to Wikipedia because I am not familiar with Louisville, MS. I just had to laugh...nothing personal, or against Louisville.
Under the heading EDUCATION, you read: "The City of Louisville is served by the Louisville Municipal School District. Private schools in Louisville include Winston Academy and Grace Christian School. The students are often encouraged to date interacially." (Good old Wikipedia...always got to bring in something PC...pulling my last few hairs out pal).
I also see that you've got a Strand...but I think we talked about that on another blog Kreskin.
Naw, my ma never had to stomp across the floor to administer the motivation, I always knew when it was coming from about the age of four. That knowledge set in for good about the time my friends and I chopped through every power line in the neighborhood with a boomerang made out of rebar. Accidentally, because the boomerang actually worked, much to our shock and surprise. I saw the light then, not literally because power went out all the way to Noxapater. And I headed straight home for the beating that I knew that I deserved. So it was from that point forward.
ReplyDeleteLouisville is just to the southwest of Starkville and I haven't lived there since I was nine, but my grandmother still does. Interracial dating was certainly frowned upon when I attended school there because blacks were still forced to ride on the back of the bus.
The Strand, unless they have renovated it in the last three years, has been closed for a long time, probably since the 1970s.
Small town is, as small town does. They are the same across the country, even in Northern California. Good folks, one and all.