There are at least a dozen different ways to sneak into a drive-in movie without paying. So I’ve been told. Not that I would know. Continue reading Drive-In Movies
Tag Archives: Americana
Why We Play Games
The backyard on Susan Avenue was completely dark by 8 PM, only the shadows of trees standing still and young boys running wild could be sensed by the naked eye. Across the road and a million miles away, was the glow of the high school football field, a full-blown production occupying the rest of the entire Earth. Continue reading Why We Play Games
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Small Town Speed Trap Ahead
There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today. I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick. But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead
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A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt. It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
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Main Street of Woodstock, Virginia in the Late 1940’s (Video)
This video is of Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia filmed by Sam Smith sometime during the late 1940’s. Read my short gibberish and then watch a really cool video. Continue reading Main Street of Woodstock, Virginia in the Late 1940’s (Video)
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Lineman for the County
This past week of painfully oppressive hot and humid days had me experiencing hazy flashbacks, not because of a heat stroke or dehydration, but the vivid memories of a summer spent as a teen working with the construction crew of the Shenandoah Telephone Company (now Shentel). Continue reading Lineman for the County
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A Blast from the Past
John, my friend since childhood, told me months ago that he had been saving something for me and that he’d deliver the next time that we saw each other. That next time, oddly enough, was at a funeral. I was a pallbearer and he works for the funeral home that was providing services for the deceased. True to his word, John retrieved a small collection of items from the back seat of a company vehicle. Continue reading A Blast from the Past
