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October 14, 2005
The Thugs I ran with
I took the day off to, again, rent the floor sander. The goal was to finish the downstairs.
At the end of eight hours of sanding I had one room mostly done and the other room looking better than it did before. There is no doubt that room one will reach an acceptable level of doneness and will likely be polyurethaned this weekend. The jury is still out on floor two; I'm fairly certain ... well, it is going to be a lot more work.
As I mentioned before, dragging the drum sander back and forth doesn't generate a lot of holy-crap-this-is-wearing-me-out feelings while it is in use, but it certainly leaves a person sore afterward. I know I'll be even more sore tomorrow.
Even my fingers are sore. So tonight, today, this afternoon, whatever, you get a break. Something short and sweet -- like a chocolate-covered Katie Couric.
I've mentioned, once or twice, that when I was younger I had professional dealings with law enforcement.
I thought for today's post I'd leave you with a photo of the thugs I used to run around with.
That's a pretty rough looking group, isn't it? I'm in the back to the right side, to the left of the guy (Mitch) in the blue hat. My brother Jim is to my left. then John and Roy (Son, will you put your hands down ... you're enough to embarrass a man.) The girl in front of Roy is Stephanie. Next to her is a girl in pink sweats and then there is John's sister, Jill. Roy's sister Robin follows and Dwight can be seen wearing a Miami shirt. We'd all been playing football one Thanksgiving about 21 years ago (that would be 1984 for those of you scoring at home.)
The above photo is of Jeff and me. Jeff had the hunting knife in the Frog Gigging Story (the link above) and is the guy who retrieved me from jail in Sedalia, Missouri. If you read the names on the hats you'll note that Jeff is on the left and I am on the right. That might be the Christmas we delivered egg nog and candy Katie Courics, er, candy canes to our friends.
Have I blogged the line, "How could two all American boys like yourselves get into so much trouble in just one night?" I may not have. It's part of a fairly long story and involves the above-mentioned Sedalia, Missouri. Anyway, Jeff was one of the All-American boys and I was the other. At the time of the arrest I was beardless and looked like this.
I'm the tall one. The night of the arrest I was not wearing a rented tux. I was hardly wearing anything, but considering I was in the "Show Me" state that shouldn't have been a problem.
Above, another shot of Roy.
Sorry about the shadows. Those are scanned images of actual photos. (You remember those ...)
And there you have them. Public Enemies numbers one through twelve.
(Photo's courtesy of Granny's Great Basement Cleanup: Our Goal is to Distribute Things Collected Over the Years to the Appropriate Child before Heading Into the Light)
Posted by delmer at October 14, 2005 12:02 AM
Comments
That group picture of all of you for Thanksgiving...I swear you guys look like the cast of one of those After School Specials.
Posted by: The Phoenix at October 14, 2005 5:37 PM
LOL :D
Posted by: AGK at October 15, 2005 12:31 PM
Well, if you blokes and girls are meant to be scary thugs I'd hate to have you behind me in a dark laneway. Looks more like a mixed netball team to me.
PS: The tux and the beard are both good looks! Who's the short one in the Japanese pyjamas?
Posted by: Michael at October 17, 2005 6:23 AM
Japanese pjs ... lol. (It's good to start the day with a chuckle.)
That was the girlfriend at the time. She must have been in heels too -- she wasn't much over five feet tall.
Posted by: delmer at October 17, 2005 8:52 AM