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CUZ

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About a month ago I was chit-chatting with a 75-80ish lady at church, when she threw something into the conversation about back when she used to scuba dive in the Mediterranean Sea. Well, I've spoken to this lady fairly regularly for over 30 years and this was sooooo out of where I had pigeon holed her in my mind that ever since, when I see her, I can't help but think that she's been to some neat places and done some neat stuff.

Since the main thing most of us share is an appreciation of the rural life and a fondness for cattle, this is your chance to share something about yourself that is kinda out of left field.

One rule: No brag, just fact. (As Walter Brennan used to say in the Sons of Will Sonnet)

This is really piddly but I'll start. One summer, (1971) I worked at a place that would cut steel and galvanized sheets to a particular size for other businesses. At one of the machines they'd cut these galvanized sheets to the right size for Batesville casket company. My job was to stack the cut sheets on the shipping skid. So, I may have helped (in a very minor way) with making a casket for someone you knew.

Oh, by the way, Rule one is unenforceable.
 
In 1976, I rode a Honda 750 four from Tifton to Daytona and back in 1 day. Went to see the motorcycle race. 500 mi. round trip. Had a loose fitting open face helmet. Had a monster ear-ache in left ear that night. Nurse at the ABAC infirmary wouldn't give anything for it. That was miserable. Had monster ear-ache in other ear next night. More misery. Started putting cotton in ears on long rides after that.
 
I have a small scar on my left index finger from putting on a demonstration, for my friends, in my living room on "How to subdue a 4' 5" alligator". I was 11 years old, and we lived in W.Monroe, LA on Cheniere Lake. I was a strange child, good thing for understanding parents. I was forced to release the alligator when it escaped my bath tub and ended up under my dads dresser.

And no, I do not know Zelda.
 
When I was in my early 20's I did a three week outdoor survival trip in the winter here in MN. We slept under tarps, had to chisel holes in the ice for water and pack all of our gear and ski to our camps. Some nights were -20 F. :shock: We also had to do a three day/night solo where we had to care for ourselves, firewood, food, water etc. One night when we were at base camp, we took a sauna, raced down to the lake and jumped in a big hole in the ice! Didn't even feel the water because once your feet hit the bottom you just pogo launched right out of there! 8) I learned a lot about survival and even more about myself.
 
Misty..I did those things too way back in the late 60's but it was called Viet Nam. We enjoyed the sauna everyday. Unfortunately ice could not be found. What a trip. :help: :help:
 
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CUZ":acp8rihu said:
About a month ago I was chit-chatting with a 75-80ish lady at church, when she threw something into the conversation about back when she used to scuba dive in the Mediterranean Sea. Well, I've spoken to this lady fairly regularly for over 30 years and this was sooooo out of where I had pigeon holed her in my mind that ever since, when I see her, I can't help but think that she's been to some neat places and done some neat stuff.

Since the main thing most of us share is an appreciation of the rural life and a fondness for cattle, this is your chance to share something about yourself that is kinda out of left field.

One rule: No brag, just fact. (As Walter Brennan used to say in the Sons of Will Sonnet)

This is really piddly but I'll start. One summer, (1971) I worked at a place that would cut steel and galvanized sheets to a particular size for other businesses. At one of the machines they'd cut these galvanized sheets to the right size for Batesville casket company. My job was to stack the cut sheets on the shipping skid. So, I may have helped (in a very minor way) with making a casket for someone you knew.

Oh, by the way, Rule one is unenforceable.
don't suprise me. probably alot of old folks right next to you are in a rest home. that have lived a pretty exciting life. my ex. told me one time about talking with and ol lady that was raised on ranch out west and lived , dont know how she wound up in a alabama nursing home.
 
When I worked for Target, they made an employee training/orientation film at my store and I was in it several times. So if you ever worked for Target, prolly in the eighties, you probably saw me looking helpful as I walked down the detergent aisle. I was the extremely skinny one with short hair. :kid:
 
CUZ":17vxvb2y said:
About a month ago I was chit-chatting with a 75-80ish lady at church, when she threw something into the conversation about back when she used to scuba dive in the Mediterranean Sea. Well, I've spoken to this lady fairly regularly for over 30 years and this was sooooo out of where I had pigeon holed her in my mind that ever since, when I see her, I can't help but think that she's been to some neat places and done some neat stuff.

Since the main thing most of us share is an appreciation of the rural life and a fondness for cattle, this is your chance to share something about yourself that is kinda out of left field.

One rule: No brag, just fact. (As Walter Brennan used to say in the Sons of Will Sonnet)

This is really piddly but I'll start. One summer, (1971) I worked at a place that would cut steel and galvanized sheets to a particular size for other businesses. At one of the machines they'd cut these galvanized sheets to the right size for Batesville casket company. My job was to stack the cut sheets on the shipping skid. So, I may have helped (in a very minor way) with making a casket for someone you knew.

Oh, by the way, Rule one is unenforceable.


I could tell ya,
But then I'd have to kill ya!!! ;-) :lol2:
 
My claim to fame is being quoted in the "Wall St Journal". I like to drop that into business discussions. Truthfully, it was a story about the soap opera "Dallas". My quote was to the effect that when Bobby Ewing returned after being dead for a season, we quit watching. The reporter got my name and was happy to use a quote from a farmer in Indiana in his story.
It was more like 15 nanoseconds of fame than 15 minutes, but it's the best story I got unless you want to start on that night in Indy. 8)
 
Bob Barker called our house one time. I didn't believe him. I had my mom take the phone. It was him, alright.
 
What? Nobody's almost made it to the Olympics? Ran for Mayor? Won their State something or other when they were in High School? Was the prom Queen or Miss Lima Bean at the County fair? Worked as a roadie for the Rolling Stones? Played an instrument and marched in the Macy's parade?
Played Football at Big State University? Or went to High School with the Governor?

Here's another lame one on me. As a freshman in College I ran the 1/2 mile in 2:05. This surprises folks who only know me as an old fat guy.
 
CUZ":1bmml10j said:
What? Nobody's almost made it to the Olympics? Ran for Mayor? Won their State something or other when they were in High School? Was the prom Queen or Miss Lima Bean at the County fair? Worked as a roadie for the Rolling Stones? Played an instrument and marched in the Macy's parade?
Played Football at Big State University? Or went to High School with the Governor?

Here's another lame one on me. As a freshman in College I ran the 1/2 mile in 2:05. This surprises folks who only know me as an old fat guy.

I represented Granbury First National Bank as a Hood County Pecan Queen nominee in 1982.
 
When I was 10 or 11 I was in a commercial with "Bruno Gerusi" from The Beachcombers for Travelaire RV's was also used in their brochures for any one that knows/remembers him/the show.

I have more interesting stuff but this is a family forum. ;-)
 
I guess I've lived a mundane life. But I have done 75 miles down the Buffalo River in NW Arkansas 3 times. Once in Boy Scouts, once when I graduated from high school, and once when I graduated from college. Good trips. Also road in a bus loaded with Boy Scouts from NE Texas to Maine and back and lived to tell about it. We were in Philadelphia on July 4, 1976 to hear President Ford make his bicentenial speech. I've met my share of politicians, but like Shania Twain says, they don't impress me much.
 
A looooong long time ago, I used to hold the state record in 100 and 200 meter backstroke. Was even offered a scholarship to college but I chose to wear green instead. Was/am a pretty good swimmer and even swam 5 miles once.
 
Hard to say for me.
Yelling at Huey Lewis at the ski resort I worked at, because he was an idiot about to ski backwards into the rope tow pulley that would have broken his neck. Or snowmobiling in the Beartooth mountains and almost rolling a snowmobile down the mountain with no way to stop for about 2 miles, rolled it the other way and just missed having it land on me; only time I ever saw my Dad panic. Pointed that spot out to my kids last summer.

There are so many things I have done that I just can't list them all. I'm not done either.
 

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