Thans for the old scorecard pics, CALI. Brings back memories of the mid-60s!

Good catch, JR! That was from a 1966 game against The Yankees with the Yankee lineup still featuring Mantle, Maris, Ford, Howard, Richardson, et al. By happenstance I sat next to Lary Doby that day and at the age of nine I had no idea who he was. I've told the story before, but many press guys and others kept coming by to shake Lary's hand and chat with him. I finally asked Lary "who are you" and he told me he used to play for the Indians. He autographed the front of the score book and I shared with Loufla this evening. You may recall, Lou has a much more personal connection to Lary Doby than I ever did, plus I have more sports memorabilia remaining than I'll likely ever be able to completely display.

I told Loufla tonight that we were again going to be in trouble with JR for not getting a picture. By the time the fine evening grew late and midnight approached we had enjoyed much great wine from Lou's cellar and wonderful food and had hours of great conversation. Lou knows his wines to a far greater breadth and depth than I do. He pulled some wonderful bottles out with varying age themes to pair with superb food offerings he and Eva prepared and served. Great cooks do not always wish to part with fine recipes, but I will offer that Lou picked up a Bolognese sauce recipe tip from Italy that far surpasses any Italian sauce I have previously enjoyed in the North Beach (Italian) part of San Francisco.

Irony of the evening was that Lou arranged for my wife and I to visit while one of his former students and his wife were staying, and it turns out the student and I worked for the same 5,000 employee company in The Carolinas over twenty years ago. We had many common stories to share.....and we did. Fortunately our wives got the conversation off of our old work and our evening group conversation moved on......to a very broad range of topics over the hours. There was no shortage of conversationalists and conversation starters in the dinner party. It was a superb evening for my wife and I.

And Lou was a super trooper in arranging for us to dine outside in the Florida warmth to accommodate me....or shall I say sit outside in the stifling heat and humidity that others may have noted.... Personally, I loved the outside dining. Next time though, I'll insist we dine with climate control for the preferences of others.....

Most of you all here have met Lou and Eva long ago and know they are fine people. It's been great for my wife and I to spend time with them just for personal affirmation of something I already knew.

Next time JR, we'll get the pic. First though I need a couple days in the gym to work off this evening's wonderful meal in Lou and Eva's fine home. We're already talking about meeting up to watch the latest Woody Allen movie at a soon to open theatre here that conveniently will be serving wine and food......

(Oh, and we did monitor The Tribe score in progress, though I waited to get home to check my horse racing and NASCAR results.............)

What year do you think this is from?

I don't know but I'll have a baked ham sandwitch, piece of apple pie, banana split and a coke. Here's a buck...keep the change.

1960.

eocmcdoc wrote:1960.

Close!

Tribe Fan in SC/Cali.......Fl?- Thank you, again, for the Lary Doby scoreboard. That was a very kind and generous act on your part. I will always treasure it. Thanks, also, for the other things you brought.

Also, thank you for your gracious words about last evening. Eva and I throughly enjoyed it, too! You're right, our group was never at a loss for interesting conversation. Just a side note...After you left, my student and his wife took a midnight swim. Eva and I went to bed.

We'll get together again soon; you and Diane are a lot of fun.

Anybody stupid enough to take the last stock advice I was asked about- If you bought LG between 37 and 38 dollars, you captured the 45 cent dividend and today it went over 40 dollars. Selling half of what you bought makes you at least 2 dollars more and allows you to keep the rest with less risk. Not a bad return for a few weeks.

J.R. wrote:What year do you think this is from?

I'm going with 1958, only because I was with my Grandmother at Woolworth's in the early 1960's and I do not remember prices as inexpensive as that....even in West Virginia.

VERY close!

RIP Andy Griffith

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J.R. wrote:RIP Andy Griffith

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I enjoyed Andy Griffith from his early comic recordings and of course through his show with Ron Howard, Don Knotts, Jim Nabors, et al.

Andy Griffith was stupendous at ad lib (most of his "porch scenes" with Don Knotts were purely ad lib between the two), and also a perfection technician of the craft of acting.

I didn't watch his later network shows much, but I never missed a documentary about his life. He was easy to admire and respect.


True story, when I first moved to South Carolina over 30 years ago, the local NBC affiliate literally owned the evening news slots. They had the strongest broadcast signal, which was still relevant in those days.

The local CBS affiliate just gave up trying to beat them at news, and just ran The Andy Griffith Show reruns at 11PM each night. I'm pretty certain I've seen every episode of The Andy Griffith Show ever done.

Those shows still play well today. Timeless works.

As was Andy Griffith.

1974 - I was stationed at Camp LeJuene, N.C. Would make it back to Ohio quite often that summer. My 1973 Gremlin X, that I had modified into a drag strip car, would have the clutch go out several times. This time, the clutch gave out on US HWY 52 in Mount Airey, N.C. It was late on a Friday night. The tow truck came took the car & me back to his garage. Closeby was a motel. The kind folks did not charge me for the room. The shop only charged me for parts. The restaurant cooked up a nice breakfast & wouldn't take money for that either. I was back on the road by 8:30a.m. Years later I would go by there & the area had put up a Mayberry Mall. You also could see from there Pilot Mountain. One of the strangest I had ever seen. Good, old-fashioned, people.

eocmcdoc wrote:1974 - I was stationed at Camp LeJuene, N.C. Would make it back to Ohio quite often that summer. My 1973 Gremlin X, that I had modified into a drag strip car, would have the clutch go out several times. This time, the clutch gave out on US HWY 52 in Mount Airey, N.C. It was late on a Friday night. The tow truck came took the car & me back to his garage. Closeby was a motel. The kind folks did not charge me for the room. The shop only charged me for parts. The restaurant cooked up a nice breakfast & wouldn't take money for that either. I was back on the road by 8:30a.m. Years later I would go by there & the area had put up a Mayberry Mall. You also could see from there Pilot Mountain. One of the strangest I had ever seen. Good, old-fashioned, people.

I bet if you would have asked, Floyd would have given you a free haircut, and maybe Otis would have shared a drink.



Back around the same years I was driving back to Ohio from Spring Break in Florida non stop (or so we intended) with my girlfriend of the day, one of my best friends of all time, and another good female friend of ours who unfortunately succumbed to brain cancer within the past year..

Those were the days when I-77 was not complete through Virginia, nor West Virginia. It was Easter Morning and we were struggling to find an open gas station as we neared the Virginia state line in North Carolina. My friend was at the wheel as the tank ran out and we coasted to the side.

My friend said he was going to hitch hike to get gas somehow, and I told everyone I was going up over the hill in search of a farm house and hopefully some help with gas.

My girlfriend later told me she clocked it the same as "Rhett leaving Scarlett at Tara."

I climbed up the hill and made it through barbed wire to eventually get to a farm house several hundred yards away and knocked on the door at 8AM on Easter Morning. I proceeded to apologize for the rude and untimely interruption. Paul, the man of the place, said "no worries, you did what you had to do, and we'll get you some gas." He called his cousin who met us at his gas station which also served as the post office in a town to this day I cannot name because I never knew where I was specifically in North Carolina at the time. The cousin "opened up" just for me. We filled a five gallon can "Paul" had and then drove back to the girls and gassed up the car enough to drive back to the cousin's "filling station" where he was waiting so we could fill it up.

These were the days before cell phones and we had no idea where my friend ended up that decided to walk and hitch hike.

We drove North and South on I-77 looking for him and then saw him at an exit waving and smiling with a full five gallon can of gas with him. We had to let him know the tank was now full, and we left his five gallons of gas on the side of the road to his chagrin.

All $3.30 cents worth for the five gallons in that particular year.

Needless to say, neither Paul nor his cousin would accept any money or tips for their good work beyond the call on Easter Morning.

Before that event I was pretty certain I wanted my life to evolve from Ohio to The South. After that event, I ramped up the plan and was living in South Carolina a few years later.


Oh, and I have to add: