Toe-tappin' greatness. My gods, cruising Virginia Street in the 70s, then heading for a kegger at the flumes...the young ones will never know what was taken from them. Thank heavens I got to see it.
(And once, a stop at the newly rebuilt Mustang Ranch. High steel gates, buzzed in, enter a hallway with plush carpet and large old saloon-style paintings of call girls on the walls...enter the atrium, a high dome with skylights...and there, glory of glories, are lined up 30 pretty girls in skimpy lingerie, the old black madam with a pointer walking along and naming each one. I was all of 17.)
You're speaking to my soul. I told my boys that they'll never know what it was like to tear up some dirt roads, blasting Merle at high volume, slamming light beers, and bouncing our truck off of every obstacle in our way.
I love this video. Leroy, singing to an A-list celebrity, with John Anderson's approval. She's mortified and wet at the same time. Big balls.
4 wheel drives doing blind 180s in 1 inch of water on the saltpan...old mines, with bats and dynamite...boys and girls heading out in convoys to watch the bombing practice at the restricted zone by jets from Henderson AFB...and Nazareth or Kiss at full volume on the 8-track. Dammit boy!
Update: watchin' it. Goshdammit yes I'm crying. Goshdam.
130 year-old sign seen in Reno: "Hangings on Fridays. Parade at noon!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qPpIVzPN9w
Toe-tappin' greatness. My gods, cruising Virginia Street in the 70s, then heading for a kegger at the flumes...the young ones will never know what was taken from them. Thank heavens I got to see it.
(And once, a stop at the newly rebuilt Mustang Ranch. High steel gates, buzzed in, enter a hallway with plush carpet and large old saloon-style paintings of call girls on the walls...enter the atrium, a high dome with skylights...and there, glory of glories, are lined up 30 pretty girls in skimpy lingerie, the old black madam with a pointer walking along and naming each one. I was all of 17.)
You're speaking to my soul. I told my boys that they'll never know what it was like to tear up some dirt roads, blasting Merle at high volume, slamming light beers, and bouncing our truck off of every obstacle in our way.
I love this video. Leroy, singing to an A-list celebrity, with John Anderson's approval. She's mortified and wet at the same time. Big balls.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGMGUUKsoUc
4 wheel drives doing blind 180s in 1 inch of water on the saltpan...old mines, with bats and dynamite...boys and girls heading out in convoys to watch the bombing practice at the restricted zone by jets from Henderson AFB...and Nazareth or Kiss at full volume on the 8-track. Dammit boy!
Update: watchin' it. Goshdammit yes I'm crying. Goshdam.
I didn't notice it the first time through, but that's John Carter Cash and Shooter Jennings sitting there, too. Haha.
Fuck yeah. I'm in.