SA's Morrelle Compasse
Cub Scout Shoeshine Motto: "Business is looking up."
Is that her underwear he is pulling down? Good for him.a scoute is industriusse
Ime am thickeng a golden beavere at leaste......working towards that Beaver badge
Mine chucked the Mads, Playboys, several stacks of Zaps and boxes of superhero and army based comic books I brought back to the states when we moved back from Germany in 65... the comics would be worth something. every time we went to the PX or Commisary I'd get a handful. had subs to Mad and Playboy all through high school.My mom threw out my Mad Magazine collection. I had a complete set 1980 - 1992. No idea if they would ever be worth anything but so many memories gone. She thought I had "outgrown" them. lol.
Frank Lloyd Wright designed Great Work Room for S.C. Johnson & Son in Racine, WI. Rumor has it that it is no longer in use and sits empty.
The MMA hade oune of thoise deskes on displaye, I sta at it...........Frank Loyd Wright designed Great Work Room for S.C. Johnson & Son in Racine, WI. Rumor has it that it is no longer in use and sits empty.
Reminds me of the best dive bar on the west coast, the Rudder Room, in Channel Islands Harbor. I first hit it about 1977 sailing up to SF Bay from Newport. Smokey, sticky carpet, 2 scuffed up pool tables, an outdoor patio and a couple of volleyball nets with 100 yds of pure white sand to the ocean, right at the entrance of CI Harbor with awesome sunsets over Ana Capa and Santa Cruz Islands. Back then it was full of hot chicks and cool dudes. Unfortunately, last time I went back, everyone was my age.
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Back then, you could be sitting next to a millionair, or some Hollywood notable, and every one was having a great time.. And the hot chicks.. it was a hunting ground, and sometime I got the feeling I was the prey.
I used to tend a bar at a place right around the corner at the Whale's Tail restaurant. There were a couple of regulars I would have to "86" (cut off because they were too drunk) from time to time. My approach was I would give them a "fiver" and tell them I would meet them at "The Ruds" later as the first beer was on me. This tact usually got me a nod and a "I get it, this is a classy place, no room for us millionaire drunks" look.
There was one guy that used to come in nicknamed "Punchy Pete" who was always making like he was a boxer of some sort; and I had the honor to cut off one night. All I remember from the exchange was him grabbing me and one of my regulars intervening with Punchy Pete ending up on the floor. We never saw Punchy Pete after that.
A few of us started a song sung to the tune from the Ballad of the Green Beret.
Killer waves and tasty buds,
We can hang down at the Ruds
Chasing split tail all day long
It is the core of our drinking song
It has turned into a biker bar now; that is Yuppie Scum bonding with their machines.
A busy place inside and out with two fisted Olympic style power drinking back in '71 and '72 at the Rudder Room, which was way beyond my simple couple of beers limit. A young lady picked me up there, and took me home. The next morning I found out "home" was her Mom's place - and she had two kids - it took me the better part of a Saturday morning, to extract myself. After that I stuck to after sailing drinking, at the Channel Islands Yacht Club, a much safer haven drinking with the local sailors - though a few of those sailors could put it away, including my skipper, who wanted to drink all night! Not me, preferring to return to base through the main gate - not all schitt faced.