Did You Hear The One About
I am trying to think of a story to embarrass Mr. BC on his birthday but I can't tell that one and the other one would break his mother's heart and there's another one that would land him in jail, and it would not make sense to put the guy who bails you out of jail, in jail. I think I've already told the one where he is holding hands with the two girls on either side of him in the film room in 2nd grade, watching what--And Now Miguel, or that teacher's favorite featuring the animated hemoglobin, Hemo the Magnificent?
He was the Babe Ruth of our neighborhood baseball games, a real long ball hitter, but that's like a compliment and I don't really see him getting embarrassed over a comparison to Babe Ruth.
He threw a dart at me once and it stuck in my index finger and he never apologized for that, unless you accept hysterical laughter as apology, so he has a dark side, make no mistake about that.
He developed a technique for cheating at pool where he would follow through with a shot with such a flare of forward momentum that you would hardly notice he was knocking one of his balls in with the butt end of the cue on the back swing.
Oh here's one, his family had a game room called the Texas Room, complete with bar and a player piano and that print of dogs smoking and playing poker and for awhile anyway, during the sixties, the entrance to the room was covered with long strands of plastic beads and before the pool table there was a bumper pool table, which was a lot of fun and I always thought it was so cool that his parents set aside a room in the house where they never, hardly ever bugged us but as time has passed I realize that the real motive behind that Texas Room was that we would have a place at the far end of the house, with separate entrance, so that we would not bug them. But what I wanted to say, about the bar stocked with his parents liquor was that...we never touched it. Sure his father looked a little like John Wayne but John Wayne never punched kids so I don't know what we were afraid of. Or what BC was afraid of, Mr. non parental liquor stealing sissie. Yeah that's right, body blow. Bet you wished you hadn't thrown that dart now huh?
There's some stuff with teenage girls and BC and our friend TA who lived in the blue and white house across from mine but pretty innocent stuff really and I won't bore you with it. He's always had good honest enthusiasm for the sweeter mysteries of life I'll just say that.
He was good with maps and diagrams and planning capers and I think if we had been living through the depression together he would have devised ways to take care of all of us, providing us with food and clothes and hell, even baseballs. Of course without a depression to shape him into a kind of a syndicate boss he has pretty much taken care of all of us anyway, albeit with hard work and blah blah blah. Although we could still see a depression so his real skills may someday come into play.
BC, a legitimately talented musician and artist was always quick to encourage me (as a ten-year-old) in my own music career, though as it turned out I was a one hit off key wonder with an unfinished song called--The Motor Scooter Song, a song which as far as I can tell somehow made it many years later into the hands of Bruce Springsteen and in rhythm and subject matter was the basis for pretty much every other song he did in his heyday. I'm not bitter about it, I'm just saying.
Hell, there really aren't any stories I can tell where BC doesn't come out a shining star, including the ones I can't tell. On three everybody--ridin' down the road on my motor scooter tonite, motor scooter, hoo motor scooter...
the bell on my motor scooter goes ring a ling, hoo ring a ling
the wheels of my moter scooter go clickety clack, hoo clickety clack
the trees and the house they pass along
take you riding on my motor scooter tonight
Great, first Springsteen and now you. Where will it end? I better not see this on your Ken Covers Untalented Ten Year Olds Unplugged album.
It already appears on my Ken Covers Untalented Ten Year Olds Air Guitar album
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I am trying to think of a story to embarrass Mr. BC on his birthday but I can't tell that one and the other one would break his mother's heart and there's another one that would land him in jail, and it would not make sense to put the guy who bails you out of jail, in jail. I think I've already told the one where he is holding hands with the two girls on either side of him in the film room in 2nd grade, watching what--And Now Miguel, or that teacher's favorite featuring the animated hemoglobin, Hemo the Magnificent?
He was the Babe Ruth of our neighborhood baseball games, a real long ball hitter, but that's like a compliment and I don't really see him getting embarrassed over a comparison to Babe Ruth.
He threw a dart at me once and it stuck in my index finger and he never apologized for that, unless you accept hysterical laughter as apology, so he has a dark side, make no mistake about that.
He developed a technique for cheating at pool where he would follow through with a shot with such a flare of forward momentum that you would hardly notice he was knocking one of his balls in with the butt end of the cue on the back swing.
Oh here's one, his family had a game room called the Texas Room, complete with bar and a player piano and that print of dogs smoking and playing poker and for awhile anyway, during the sixties, the entrance to the room was covered with long strands of plastic beads and before the pool table there was a bumper pool table, which was a lot of fun and I always thought it was so cool that his parents set aside a room in the house where they never, hardly ever bugged us but as time has passed I realize that the real motive behind that Texas Room was that we would have a place at the far end of the house, with separate entrance, so that we would not bug them. But what I wanted to say, about the bar stocked with his parents liquor was that...we never touched it. Sure his father looked a little like John Wayne but John Wayne never punched kids so I don't know what we were afraid of. Or what BC was afraid of, Mr. non parental liquor stealing sissie. Yeah that's right, body blow. Bet you wished you hadn't thrown that dart now huh?
There's some stuff with teenage girls and BC and our friend TA who lived in the blue and white house across from mine but pretty innocent stuff really and I won't bore you with it. He's always had good honest enthusiasm for the sweeter mysteries of life I'll just say that.
He was good with maps and diagrams and planning capers and I think if we had been living through the depression together he would have devised ways to take care of all of us, providing us with food and clothes and hell, even baseballs. Of course without a depression to shape him into a kind of a syndicate boss he has pretty much taken care of all of us anyway, albeit with hard work and blah blah blah. Although we could still see a depression so his real skills may someday come into play.
BC, a legitimately talented musician and artist was always quick to encourage me (as a ten-year-old) in my own music career, though as it turned out I was a one hit off key wonder with an unfinished song called--The Motor Scooter Song, a song which as far as I can tell somehow made it many years later into the hands of Bruce Springsteen and in rhythm and subject matter was the basis for pretty much every other song he did in his heyday. I'm not bitter about it, I'm just saying.
Hell, there really aren't any stories I can tell where BC doesn't come out a shining star, including the ones I can't tell. On three everybody--ridin' down the road on my motor scooter tonite, motor scooter, hoo motor scooter...
- jimlouis 10-02-2009 1:34 am
the bell on my motor scooter goes ring a ling, hoo ring a ling
the wheels of my moter scooter go clickety clack, hoo clickety clack
the trees and the house they pass along
take you riding on my motor scooter tonight
- ken 10-02-2009 9:23 pm [ comments]
Great, first Springsteen and now you. Where will it end? I better not see this on your Ken Covers Untalented Ten Year Olds Unplugged album.
- jimlouis 10-03-2009 12:17 pm [ comments]
It already appears on my Ken Covers Untalented Ten Year Olds Air Guitar album
- ken 10-04-2009 5:26 pm [ comments]