Archive for September, 2016

Encountering A Challenge…..#145 (the 70’s)

September 10, 2016

The 3216 SW 41 St. rental

With Christmas falling on a Saturday in 1976, Jan insisting they drive to Kiowa for Christmas Eve,  spend the night and return in the afternoon after Christmas dinner, Gary knowing he would feel more like a spectator than a participant .  Upon arrival the musician noticing that with no formal announcement of their marriage there certainly wasn’t any congratulatory conveyances from the family, it was almost like  if they ignored it, it would go away.  He knew the family was aware of it because when the time came to spend the night, Jan’s Sister Gayle, her husband Steve Robb and her family took the guest rooms and there were no raised  eyebrows when Gary and Jan spent the night at the Kiowa motel. Gary realizing the families acceptance would come with time.

The Murrow family – Gayle, Helen, Lynne, Bud, Janet

It caught Gary by surprise, a change of  management at the Penn Apartments adding a second alteration to his and Jan’s life.  The first being when she confirmed her suspicion that she was  expecting,  the second amendment being that Gary’s rental agreement with the complex the manager who had secured his apartment painting in exchange for his rent and utilities was no longer acceptable, the new manager was no longer interested in validating the agreement.  The couple beginning a search,  scouring the newspaper housing ads for an available rental desiring to remain on the southwest side of Oklahoma City.  After several weeks discovering a suitable three bedroom unfurnished house on SW 41 St. that accepted pets, the landlord mentioning that the previous tenants were a rowdy undisciplined group and that he and his wife were happy to have the young couple as tenants.  Gary asking the congeal owner if there was any way he could waive the deposit, that his wife was expecting their first child and there would be a lot of unforeseen expenditures, the owner agreeing to waive the deposit.  The couple encountering a challenge having little or no furniture moving from the furnished Penn Apartments, the rental having a lone appliance, a kitchen stove.  The Blind Store,  a composite facility of charitable exhibits similar to the salvation army used furniture outlet was located at short distance away on S.W. 29th and Woodland.  The store accommodating most of their larger item needs,  refrigerator, bedding, divan, table, chairs and other household furnishings all well aged but useable, the  accommodation beginning to project the semblance of a home.

Bob Wallace

Joey Marino

 Band member Bob Wallace having returned from California, looking up “the Coach”,   Gary having mixed feelings about Wallace after the stunt he pulled  pawning Marino’s Drums for gas money to drive to California.  Wallace having found work singing with a trio headed by a guitarist name Joey Lee, the group working three nights a week at a club on South Shields.   Gary’s Fifties Club booking was about to conclude as was the club, owners  Bostonian’s Bob and Julie, the couple having made a decision to relinquish their lease.  With the return of  Wallace to Oklahoma,  Kenny Kannada still in the city and Jerry Willis still available on weekends,  Gary once again began mulling it over about putting the band back together.  Joey Lee offering Gary a job to play piano with his trio,  after the first week Joey let the bass player go, Gary’s once again adding the keyboard bass.  Joey Lee was going with a striking girl name Fran working from 5 to 7 as a nude dancer at a strip club on SW 44th and High St, on occasion she would sing a few songs with the band, her and Joey able to sound identical to Dale and Grace when singing I’m Leaving It All Up To You.   Gary never felt comfortable around Joey, the pianist aware that Joey and Bob shared the same smoking habit and on one occasion stopping at Joey’s house to meet Wallace,  finding Joey at the kitchen table with two piles of black prescription capsules. It appeared that he had bought a ketch of Black Mollie amphetamine’s to sell and was opening each putting half the contents in the new empty capsules, selling the cut product, doubling his profit.   The band securing three nights a week and a Sunday afternoon jam session at the strip club and it was too long before Bob Wallace resumed playing the drums,  Joey Lee having discovered the previous drummer was mesmerized,  coming to work hours early to watch Fran and fired him.  The weekend nights going well but Thursday was slow,  Gary coming up with an idea about an audience participation night based on the popular TV Gong Show, after several weeks his idea got gonged.  It was during a sunday afternoon jam session,  Marino who’s drums Bob had pawned on the way to California found Wallace,  the drummer sending a person in to tell Bob that he wanted to talk to him outside.  Gary and Jerry both suspected something was up, expecting for Bob to say something about going with him, but  Bob went outside on his own.   About ten minutes later a battered and bloodied Bob stepped back inside, Gary was concerned with the open gash above Bobs eye, telling him he was going to need stitches, Bob refusing.   Joey having beat the crap out of the street savvy Bob, Gary suspecting that Wallace offered restitution and probably didn’t put up much of a defense when Joey wanted satisfaction as well venting all of his accumulated pent-up anger.

A maternal Jan

Gary and Mitzi

An outward appearance having arrived, the maternal expediency of Jan becoming prevalent,  accepting an offer from Art and Don to resume a part-time front desk appreciation at the Lincoln Blvd Motel,  the couple welcoming the  financial endowment.  The second bedroom having been spoken for with the up coming event, the remaining third bedrooms rendering a prospective room for an additional occupant to assist in the rental cost.   Julie, the daughter of the owner of the Island Club on S. Pennsylvania  seeking refuge from a dissevered home life experience  in search of  a  temporary residence finding the Willson’s offer accommodating.  The temporal experience during the months of his wife’s pregnancy the couple acquiring meaningful time together exploring the realm of Oklahoma City,  the museums,  the governing capitol buildings,  traversing to the  surrounding public attractions and a host of opportunities and if nothing else  just browse together at Crossroad Mall.  Gary participating in a new experience,  hand in hand a regular advance to the library or a preemptive journey to the Blind Store for the low-cost necessities to provide for the coming event.

 The musician introduced to a new source of income for the band, the Canadian Club,  an after-hours club just across the Oklahoma County line on highway #152 in Canadian County not far from the small hamlet of Mustang Oklahoma.  The unique club  procuring entertainment commencing at 2:30 a.m. and concluding at 6:30 a.m. but was better known for its backroom wagering sessions, invitation only poker, high stakes pool,  the club dutiful patrol by several well endowed bouncers.   It wasn’t unusual for disputes to be settled in the parking lot, the Canadian County sheriff’ deputies staying clear of the club, but a hundred yards east just across the county line you could count on a plain clothes or  Oklahoma County sheriffs car on duty monitoring those leaving,  probably more interested in the gambling participants than the after hours band nightlife.  The double exposure on friday and saturday nights, the two gigs encompassing ten hours,  the band finishing at the Island Club at 1:30 a.m.  giving them enough time to tear down and travel the 12 miles to the county line and set up, Gary concluding the monetary compensation was worth the added effort.

Not A Tiffany Rose……………………#146 (the 70’s)

September 8, 2016

Enter Robert Garald Willson

Bob Kneemiller was a very accomplished person with two portfolios’,  a small attaché containing a cue sick and a larger case accommodating a trumpet,  his occupation bearing no conformity to their proprietorship,  both acquisitions being of a recreational status.   The astute pool player and trumpeter was employed as a structural engineer for the TG&Y Corporation,  participating in developing a worldwide presence for the enterprising company of over 900 stores.   Gary availed on Bob’s trumpeting talent to encompass the band when an allocation of his appearance could be obtained.  Gary interceding for Bob at the Fairgrounds Arena, a RCA Rodeo National Finals entry desiring  a trumpet solo,  a fanfare announcement for the participant and his equestrian mount,  the trumpeter  performing the very familiar toreador bullfighter trumpet entry for this event.  Bob and his wife Pat living in the Twin Lakes area of N. McArthur and N.W. 63rd,  an exclusive residency,  a water-way expansion adjoining the acquired residence.  A flag pole adorning the premise would find Bob raising and lowering the flag every day,  a nightly condenses of retreat being performed on the trumpet.  The trumpeter’s pretension, his pride and joy,  a 1973 Jaguar XKE,  V12,  a one of a kind for Oklahoma City,  the British mobile endeavor being remitted from the British Isle’s on one of his business excursions for TG&Y.   Bob handing Gary the keys and the opportunity to navigate this capacious transport,  a lasting impression of possible luxury being instilled in the musician,  an enduring friendship between the two and their wives being established.

Bob and Pat's backyard access to Twin Lakes

Bob and Pat’s backyard access to Twin Lakes

Bob Kneemiller owner of a Jaguar-XKE

Gary’s wife , the mother-to-be having a chosen a signature name for her new-born arrival, with an unwavering  ‘aire of certainty the world will be graced with a Tiffany Rose.   Jan’s maternal expediency was approaching termination,  an apprehension of interrupting false labor pain signaling the approaching event.  Gary’s friday night after hours musical obligation at the Canadian Club continuing, the two deciding that might be best for Jan accompanied him  but  considering her condition it might be best to stay with the bands drummer Richard’s wife at their nearby Mustang residence.  The band was three hours into playing when Richard’s wife called the club that the time was at hand, the mother-to-be beginning labor avidity.  Gary telling the band they could either call it a night or continue on their own, he was on his way to Richard’s house.   Gary arriving the hastening menstrual pains less than 5 minutes apart serving notice of immediacy and with a phone call an ambulance was dispatched to the Mustang residence.  The paramedic in the ambulance timing the contractions didn’t seem too concerned as they red light and siren their journey to Presbyterian Hospital at 13th and Lincoln Ave on the east-side of Oklahoma City.  The couple experiencing the anxiety of  a rush by ambulance, but upon their arrival there was a temporary halt in the maternal expectation, a waiting occurrence.  Gary having attended Lamaze classes with Jan and was prepared, then once the labor pain resumed, this time with an intensity, she was not able to focus on their breathing exercises, just struggling to endure, wanting it over with.

A small price for such a big gift.

A small price for such a big gift.

At 7.01 p.m. on July 2, 1977 the blessed celebration was achieved, with the assistance of Dr. Charles Taylor, an introduction of a 20 inch new-born to the world weighing 7 lbs 4 ounces, the newly established blessing not a Tiffany Rose, but a son.  The mother somewhat disappointed having maintained a conviction that her blessing would be a girl, her presumed certainty of a daughter having never considered a boys name.  Jan at a loss for a name,  Gary conjecturing an homage to the grandfathers with names providing an  endowment  to both families  heritage.  The world greeting Robert Garald Willson, Presbyterian Hospital greeting Gary for $503.50,  a small price for such a precious gift…

Demise Of *Ole Blue…………………..#147 (the 70’s)

September 6, 2016
Old Blue - 1966 Ford F100 - V8

Ole Blue – 1966 Ford F-100 – V8

*Ole Blue was stationed at the Murrow’s residence in Kiowa,  the acronym given to Gary’s blue 1966 Ford pickup by the bands Bob Wallace.  Gary, Jan, infant Robert and Mitzi having journeyed from Oklahoma City to acquire surplus household furniture, including bedding that her parents had stored in their basement.  The embodiment of furnishings and other articles surfeited the bed of the Pickup, Gary humorously remarking about the load looking like Okies from the movie The Grapes of Wrath.  Sunday after church the family embarking on the 175 mile encompassed journey,  but this time instead heading south on highway #58 thru Cherokee Gary opted to take #11 east to #132 then south towards Nash.   Approaching an area just north of the Great Salt Plains State Park on highway #11, a loud sharp clatter resonated from  V8 engine.   Gary’s first reaction was one of disbelief, receding the accelerator, engaging the clutch, but he was too late, a sudden loud bang, the engine no longer firing, the Ford coasting to the side of the road.  Making one attempt to see if the motor would turn over, from the response it was pretty much locked up, Gary  almost certain Ole Blue thru a rod.

Breaker 19 – no response

The late summer afternoon heat suddenly becoming a proponent, Gary activating *Ole Blues under-dash CB radio,  a call on channel 19, the trucking industries channel but to no avail, being a Sunday in all probability there weren’t many 18 wheeler or CB operators on the road.  Switching  to  channel 9,  the emergency frequency, still getting no response, deciding to raise the  hood and flag the first approaching vehicle.  As the time passed a concern was beginning but then from the east a pickup appeared and from the markings on its door it was a ranger from the State Park.  Gary explaining their situation and the need to make a phone call to Kiowa, the ranger suggesting they accompany him to the Park station to make the call, Jan holding Robert, Gary holding Mitzi squeezing in.  Gary placing a call to Kiowa, the resolution activated, Jan’s Father, his  Pickup and a tow rope proceeding to Old Blue’s location.  Bud arriving, the tow rope being instilled, Jan and Robert finally out of the heat in Bud’ air-conditioned pickup,  Gary  in the pickup at the end of 10 foot rope, the towing endeavor commencing, having been on both ends of a tow before, he settled in for slow journey to Kiowa.

Union Bus Station – Oklahoma City

With *Ole Blue incapacitated, the bed of the pickup still fully loaded,  a plan to resolve the situation and get both *Ole Blue and the furniture back to Oklahoma City contemplated.  The Willson would stay the night, Gary calling Greyhound to see what time the bus heading to Oklahoma City would pause  in Alva.  The morning finding his father-in-law Bud transporting him to the convenience store on Oklahoma Blvd that served as the Alva Greyhound stop.  Arriving in Oklahoma City,  Gary giving Jerry Willis a call for a ride home to retrieve the Torino, followed by securing a rental tow-bar, Gary conjecturing that the Torino should have the  ability to ferry the fully loaded Pickup.  On the 175 mile trip back Kiowa he began to question whether the Torino with its automatic transmission was up to the task, finally concluding, the results would be soon be known. .

The morning Kiowa sun giving new light on the day, the journey beginning, the Torino the locomotive, the Ford Pickup the rest of the train.  The family once again attempting to traverse to Oklahoma City, only this time instead of leading the way, *Ole Blue was following.  Gary driving with kid gloves on, manually shifting the cruise o’matic transmission, gradual accelerations and braking, having noticed the Ford stressing under the load.  Once back home he made some inquiries restoring the ailing pickup with most of the estimated being questionable until they tore down the engine, but even the ballpark estimates were financially unattainable.  By chance he ran across his truck driving friend Paul Ambrose and when told of the fate of *Ole Blue, that he was familiar with, said he might be interested in buying it. After inspecting the engines affliction he was confident that over a period of time he could repair it, but the only foreseeable problem was the rule about working on cars at the Penn Apartments where he still lived.  Paul asking if he could leave it and work on it at Gary’s on his days off.  Gary mulling over the idea, not too keen on having what could be a long-term automotive project on the rental property but an idea occurred to him.  He still maintained a very cordial relationship with his ex-wife Kaye, approaching her about Paul’s dilemma, Paul like his cousin Glenn were like family when Kaye and Gary were married.  Kaye agreeing to let  the pickup park on the extended wide part of the driveway that  Gary had poured for their boat and trailer.   Paul was not without accountability, Kaye securing an agreement that he would help any needed household projects.  Paul’s weeks of diligence paying off, having only to replace a rod and piston, no damage to the crankshaft, the total amount for parts being cost-effective.

Gary was somewhat sadden with his loss of *Ole Blue, the familiar feeling one gets from sitting behind the wheel of this provision of reliance in the early morning hours after playing a club date in West Texas,  knowing that your 8 hour Oklahoma destination is secure.

An Unequivocal Welcome……#148 (the 70’s)

September 4, 2016


Mom, Jan and Robert

Richard the bands drummer  facilitating the Willson’s departure,  his 1973 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser stopping at the their S.W. 41 St. residence to provide transportation to the Will Rogers World Airport.  Richard’s occupation when not playing drums  was transporting the U.S. Mail for a trucking enterprise between Oklahoma City and outlying mail distribution centers, the drummer having become close family friends even to the point of offering to help Jan and Gary with the airfare expense to introduce the newest Willson to his namesake grandfather in California.   Arriving at Will Rogers,  the couple disembarking from Richard’s car, Gary never ceased to feel a sense of vividness when gazing at the row of signs designating the entrance to the many airlines, the gateways to the wonders of the world.  Standing at the Braniff reservation counter the memory of the four engine turboprop Lockheed Electra of the 1960’s coming to mind, it presence having inherited the past, a  Boeing 727 it’s replacement and with it came what Braniff called the ‘Jelly Bean Fleet’, the end of the plain plane, a host of rainbow colors, each craft painted bright solid hue and the added attraction of boisterous flamboyant fashionable uniformed stewardess.

A member of the “Jelly Bean Fleet”

Dallas\Ft. Worth Regional Airport Tram

Dallas\Ft. Worth Regional Airport Tram

American Airlines DC-10

The Boeing 727 making it 5 mile approach to  the Dallas\Ft. Worth Regional Airport a first landing at DFW for Gary who was impressed with it’s  vastness in comparison to Love Field,  noting it seemed that each major airline was provided its own tarmac and stand alone terminal.  Disembarking the family soon discovering the only way to get to the American Airlines terminal was to board a driver-less tram.  The tram ride providing a new experience, arriving at the terminal to begin boarding for their nonstop flight to San Francisco.  It was another first,  the largest aircraft Gary having ever boarded, a McDonnell Douglas DC 10 Luxury Liner, having two aisles, five seats across in the center, seating over 200 , cruising at 37,000 ft. at 600 mph, he found hard to believe the flight would be less than three hours, mentioning to Jan that back in 1959 it took over six hours for him to fly in a DC-6B  from Oakland to Dallas on his way to Fort Sill.

A hop – skip and jump across San Francisco Bay

#580 paralleling the remnants of Mountain Blvd.

The DC 10 setting down in the city by the bay Gary discovering a new inheritance at SFO,  the arrival of a  commercial helicopter providing services to Oakland International, having never flown in a helicopter before.  The San Francisco Airlines helicopter rides was a disappointing short one, passengers were seated on one of the two long bench seats on either side below the windows, the trip but a hop, skip and jump across San Francisco Bay, the craft continuing on to Walnut Creek and Concord.  An ovation of predominance, Gary’s father having arrived as the official greeter at the airport.   A slightly different situation with the couples baggage, it failed to get unloaded in Oakland and apparently was still aboard the helicopter on its way to Concord.  The bad news being it would be over an hour before it could be returned to Oakland, but the good news, they would dispatch the luggage in a cab to the Greenly Drive address, the Pianist concluding, all’s well that ends well.  Gary noticing that his childhood home seem to have diminish in size thru the years, each room smaller than he previously remembered or could the remembrance from his childhood be over-shadowed by the  expanse of his world today.  Looking down Shone Ave from his boyhood home, the possession of eminence once provided by Mountain Blvd, the two lane blacktop snake below the Oakland Hills no longer in existence,  the#580 freeway a replacement.  The wheat field of affiliation once view from his bedroom window, the fragrance of the recently mowed hay able to infiltrate his room, now expletive with development,  the memories having been absorbed, but the reality snatched away with life’s temporal progression.

Bay Area Rapid Transit

Bay Area Rapid Transit

The No. 5 McAllister Bus the numeral remaining the same

The No. 5 McAllister Bus the numeral remaining the same

The dawning of a new day Gary and Jan with an armful named Robert, with Grandma Betty sporting as tour guide, they set out for San Francisco.  Gary’ Dad depositing them at the BART Station on 98th and San Leandro Blvd., this a first for Gary, a journey beneath the waters of San Francisco Bay aboard the Bay Area Rapid Transit.  The underwater venture in the enclosed capsule no comparison to his youthful view  from the lower deck of the Bay Bridge aboard the A Train, where one was able to inhale the aura of San Francisco,  the projection of Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge and to experience the waters of  historic San Francisco Bay.  Disembarking at the BART Market Street terminal, Gary very much surprised at his mother knowledge of public transportation, then realized he has been gone for 18 years and his mother’s life having graduated from rising a family to one of joining the world of commerce having worked and conducted business in San Francisco.

The vast expanse of San Francisco's Golden Gate Park

The vast expanse of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park

Thr Japanese Tea Garden - Robert the only one for lunch

The Japanese Tea Garden – Robert the only one for lunch

The transplanted Oklahoman back on youthful San Francisco familiar territory, the traveling family desiring the presence of Golden Gate Park,  leaving the Bart station it was up Market Street to McAllister and the number 5 bus, it’s numeral still remaining the same after all these years.  The electric  bus with its rear mounted  telescoping arm reaching upwards embracing the power lines, acquainting Fulton St,that journeys the full length of Golden Gate Park to its meeting with the Pacific.  Jan being taken back with the coming and goings of the passengers on the bus, the small town Kansas girl never having experienced so many different  languages being spoken.   The familiar 10th St. stop unchanged, the pedestrian tunnel under the high traffic roadway circling the park to enter the amphitheater complex also having remained the same.  The De Young Museum, the California Academy of Science with the Planetarium, the Steinhart Aquarium, and Natural History Museum with the giant Kodiak Bear still standing guard at the entrance.  The full day of activity finding a limited amount of time, to partaking of lunch at the Japanese Tea Gardens, the three adults having a toast of  refreshments the Gardens delicacy, Robert consuming his normal lunch with his mother, the little one having never experienced anything but mother milk.

Coast Guard Cutter at Jack London Square

Gary’s youthful remembrance,  his monthly ventures for so many years to San Francisco,  Golden Gate Park, Playland across from the breakers of the Pacific, his thoughts a sharing experience, but found many didn’t grasp the significance it played in the life of a youth.  The  late afternoon found a retracing of steps to return to Oakland,  deciding to stop at Jack London Square.  Another memory, a boy name Mike touring a Coast Guard Cutter with his Burckhalter fourth grade class.  The family could feel the leeward breeze giving notice of the late afternoon incoming fog,  an essence of the water accompanying them on a Bay Boardwalk to view the many small sailing craft.   The three deciding on an early dinner meal at the Bow and Bell restaurant, Gary placing a telephone call beckoning the elder Willson to chauffeur them back to Greenly Drive.

The hastily arranged  visit, the lack of time engulfing the couples inherent return, only instead of returning to San Francisco  they left from Oakland on PSA to Los Angeles, once again boarding the large DC 10 for the journey to Dallas and the Braniff flight home to Oklahoma City.  Gary understanding his west coast family proclivity was  not invective of a Oklahoma or Kansas aptitude.  During his previous marriage to Kaye, she experienced a conjectured first impression made by his parents, her visit was predicated with President Kennedy’s assassination. Gary concluded although this first visit was brief,  his parents welcomed Jan as family without qualification.

Prodigious Acknowledgment…………#149 (the 70’s)

September 2, 2016

Scott In Roosevelt Band Regalia

Gary having kept abreast of his son, daughter and their school activities living such a short distance apart.  It wasn’t unusual for their mother to call when encountering a problem with the house,  Kaye calling about the roof leaking on the bedroom addition, Gary surmising and resolving the problem applying new sealant to the ten-year old flashing.  It wasn’t surprising as life is full of surprises, Kaye’s father Kermit , who thru the years had never acknowledged to his daughter that he existed until Helen, Kayes mother, arranged eleven years earlier for the Gary and Kaye to introduce themselves when in  California.   Gary discovering Kermit Van Leuven’s wife of 47 years, Violet,  had passed away in Los Angeles in March of the previous year, Kermit coming to a decision to renew acquaintances with Kaye’s mother in Oklahoma City.  It wasn’t long before nuptials were proclaimed and Helen Perie and Kermit Van Leuven were united 39 years after the birth of their daughter, Gary privileged to attend the Oklahoma City courthouse ceremony.

Major dance studios recitals at the Municipal Auditorium

 On occasion Gary was called upon to provide transportation for his daughter Marlo to her dance class in the northwest part of town when her mother was unavailable.  He was very much aware of an upcoming event and that the dance studio students would be performing a dress rehearsal and recital at the Municipal Auditorium.  The much awaited recital date having arrived,  Gary’s and Jan joining the many friends and relatives of the participants in attendance. When the curtain was drawn for the opening act the  background adorning the stage was simplistic but commanding as was the background for each class.  The music addressing their choreographic was most impressive, the musician expecting a continuous flow of Swan Lake or similar classic instances, but was delightfully surprised at the inventiveness of the dance instructors selections.  The theme music chosen was very inventive and the audience as well as Gary was literally knocked over when a dance routine was presented to the theme from the television series  The Rockford Files.  Gary,  noticing his ex-wife seated up front, stage right, deciding  not to acquaint the viability of  his presence,  but savoring this visual event and his daughters capacious performance.

All juniors and seniors save a lone trombone player

The evening was about to be enhanced, Gary and Jan  entering the auditorium at U.S. Grant High School,  S.W.50th and S. Pennsylvania Ave,  the couple attending a presentation of the high school show-band.   The encountered group of student musicians were the corps d’elite of the high school band class,  the assembly presenting a program of songs featuring the big band sound from an earlier era.   The meritorious conclave of musicians that made up the Show-Band were all junior and seniors but an exception having been made, discovering a lone sophomore,  a procurer of the trombone,  Scott Willson, Gary’s eldest son.  Seemingly it was apparent that Scott was an inheritor of music ability,  but that could be questionable, the Father apprehensive of his son’s ability was one prodigious acknowledgement and  recognition,  but within he held an abjuration and hope that his son would not proceed in a like profession.    The Show band’s performance was provoking,  the talent on stage instilling an aura of a bygone time, the youthfulness of the musicians giving hope to those in the audience for a better generation of application, and a proud father witnessing a talented son.

Once a paperboy always a paperboy

It had been twenty year since he initiated this, telling himself the paper route wouldn’t be arduous. Gary having volunteered for this short termed endeavor, his responsibility for a three day weekend,  substituting for his son Scott on his morning paper route.  He found himself reminiscing his junior high years delivering for the Oakland Tribune,  his route being in the afternoon,  an aberration from this circumstance.  Scott giving him a list of customer addresses and paper placement instructions to adhered to but soon found difficulty in reading the customer’s home address in cimmerian shade of darkness of the early morning hour.  Scott’s route enduring SW 45th to 47th St between So.Agnew and So. Youngs, a scant distance from the youth’s  home,  Jan offering to be a willing assistant but after an initial experience Gary deciding it would be best go it alone.  Scott  returning to his appointed  paper dispensing  task,  the father gratefully alleviated from this capacity,  a willing subject but in the future he might have second thoughts, recalling the words of his Oakland Tribune’s District Manager, Scotty, “Paper delivery is not about service, it’s about customer satisfaction”, the same can be said about music.