Central Brothers–1978 Harrisonburg TV-3 ‘Talent Showcase’

Me & the old high school buddies singing on our TV debut, way back in 1978.  Recorded off of a cassette tape which still doesn’t explain microphone problems around the 2:20 mark.  But we sang on TV, dag-on-it!

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Hey Mel !

Some twenty months ago, I went to the Shenandoah Memorial Hospital to make an appointment for my first of many Physical Therapy sessions. After completing the usual paperwork, an appointment date was set. The woman who was helping with the formalities wrapped things up by saying “You’ll be working with Melanie, you’re gonna like her”.

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“The Central Brothers”

“Junior Follies-Central High School-1978”  Found in the family vault along with the Hope Diamond and Jimmy Hoffa was this hidden “Before They Were Famous” masterpiece.  Originally recorded on a handheld cassette recorder by my Dad is the ‘Big Stage’ Premier of The Central Brothers–Rusty, Robin, Steve, Mark and Tom.
Performing “Counting Flowers on the Wall”

The County Fair of my youth

The Shenandoah County Fair of my youth was a safe haven for quality family entertainment.  Alcohol, gambling and nudity. Oh yea, and bear vs. man wrestling.  During that one week of the year, you could join family and friends in a toast of liquor out in the parking lot or grab a beer from the hidden keg of a local vendor; place a ‘behinds-the-screens’ bet on the harness races or play the dice game at the far end of the midway; then watch totally nude women perform obscene acts with inanimate objects while standing behind the safety of a canvas tent, obscured in the eyes of God and your wife.  But those days are gone.  The society of those simpler times has crumbled and all that we’re left with now are livestock judging, rubber duckies, and cotton candy. Continue reading The County Fair of my youth

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Will she thinks of me as she’s tucked into bed
A chuckle and smile as the pillow meets her head
Bedtime stories that I used to read
Bears and Birds and Squirrels in trees
Things upon which a three year old dreams
Will she think of me as the moon joins the stars
How it’s chuck full of cheese
Little green men up on Mars
How little we are, great big is the world
But only as big as little imaginations sure are
Will she think of me as she opens her eyes
A moment of stretches, of yawns and sighs
Chasing feet through pant legs
Coats and mittens on cold days
Twice the time getting ready, I like it that way
Will she think of me when a friend speaks of Dad
Does she see me as a father, as just her Dad
A man who held her and hugged her
And wiped away her sad tears
I’ll think of her for the rest of my years

Most are 99.9% almost true… in a way.

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