http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/ The Museum of Me Sun, 05 Dec 2004 16:15:02 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2004. Friends http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Mon, 06 Dec 2004 00:12:08 GMT I was a young boy when my dad decided it was time for me to learn how to drive. I am sure it had to be in the early sixties, when cars were different. They were huge cars then, the cars with the wild stylings, the tall tail fins on the back, the radios with AM only and no air conditioning. We had an old Chrysler, the kind with the huge tail fins. I remember our car having the push button transmission, instead of the column shifter. It was pretty simple, P R N D and L for low. Not that complicated, push a button, step on the gas and go. The day was at hand, the family was in the... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Mon, 08 Nov 2004 01:49:16 GMT There are times in every school child's life that the normal routines associated with school are interrupted when the dreaded viruses make their rounds through the classes. My first experience as a child was over forty years ago. Mass sickness was unheard of to me. Being a father now, I see that it still exists. One small virus that can wipe a large portion of any school so very quickly. We all know that elementary schools are incubators for germs. Always have been, always will be. We knew nothing of washing hands after any and all contact, we were to busy chasing and wrestling each... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Sun, 15 Aug 2004 20:01:43 GMT I was eight years old when I decided to play little league baseball. I really can't remember if I made the decision or it was a joint effort on behalf of my parents. All I really know is that for two seasons, I was a Rocky Ridge Pirate. We practiced quite often, wore grey baseball uniforms and I had no clue what I was doing. I was the kid on the field that had no ideal what was going on, what I was supposed to do, and show a total lack of athletic ability. You have seen that kid on every team Well, back in the mid sixties, I was the one on the Pirates. I did get on base... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Fri, 11 Jun 2004 02:24:49 GMT There was a band, three young men that came together and created great music. I was a fan, one who would listen to them every chance I had. Something about their music had connected with me. At some point to every young person, one group or musician rises above the rest and stay with them forever. My group was Emerson, Lake & Palmer. I'll never forget the first hit that made them popular, Lucky Man. I remember when everyone would be out of the house and I would go into the dining room where my dad had his old stereo. I would unhook the speakers from the console and... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Tue, 08 Jun 2004 02:34:36 GMT Four high school teens, one car and unlimited energy. Many times when you find that combination you have a disaster in the making. My nights never resulted in any disasters, just a lot of teen fun. The others in the car included Jeff Baughn, Steve Boone and Conrad Haden. We were all in band together and we were the high school stage crew. I don't know how that happened, but we just seemed to take over. Steve was a natural on stage crew. A stage, some lights and a sound system, all he ever needed. He is one person that I can say that took advantage of the lessons taught by his father. ... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Mon, 07 Jun 2004 02:15:50 GMT I spent my early teen years growing up on Clermont Drive in Homewood. My dad used to say we grew up under Vulcan's ass. The grand statue of Vulcan was at the top of the hill on which we lived, overlooking the valley where the city of Birmingham is found. His ass is turned towards Homewood, possibly representing some form of symbolism that was lost on me all those years. My dad sure seemed to have caught on to that one, though. We had Vulcan's ass facing us from one side and three large churches at the bottom of our hill. We were surrounded, no way out, Dawson Baptist, Trinity... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Sun, 06 Jun 2004 01:40:08 GMT I remember the long days with nothing to do. Days when Clifton McRoy and I would talk football as young boys. I was a huge Alabama fan and he was a big fan of Ol Miss. His hero was Archie Manning. A name that actually turned to legend due to his survivability and through his sons. We spent untold numbers of hours talking football. The best way to waste a day was with the electric football game that he had. Amazing how fantasy can take over as a young kid. A silly game with a vibrating board and men that "vibrated" the planned plays that we created. I look back at it now and... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Sat, 05 Jun 2004 01:52:24 GMT Third grade at Rocky Ridge elementary. The school, the fun I had and the feelings that to this day I still feel when I think back on that time in my life. A good time, a time of innocence, a time of being surrounded by love and encouragement from my parents. The friends we had, the Dickens, and our dog, Chip. I had a great family with my sister Lorie and younger brother, Keith. Unlike most kids my age who didn't care to be seen with their siblings, they were my best friends. It made for great memories. Memories of my dad skating with us in the church parking lot, memories of my once... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Fri, 04 Jun 2004 01:55:39 GMT I remember moving to Vestavia Hills, south of Birmingham. I was 11 and starting the 6th grade. It was an area with affluence, an area that was growing, an over the mountain community. I remember starting this new school, being different. I was an outsider, having constantly changed schools from year to year it seemed. It was my sixth school, starting my sixth year. I never had problems adapting before, but this was the beginning of change. As with each generation, there is always a symbol of status. A symbol of possession that sets you apart from all others. In... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Thu, 03 Jun 2004 02:01:07 GMT November 22, 1963. Where were you? Where were you when JFK was shot? Do you remember? We lived in Green Springs, on the south side of Birmingham. I was seven years old, in the second grade, going to school at Alley Elementary when it happened. It was a brick building on the top of a hill, next to the local armory. We lived only a few blocks from the school. It was my time of innocence, my time to play, my time to have fun with all of my friends. The Mullins sisters, all four of them were my special friends. I used to go home every day under the care of our maid Della. I know... (more) http://anothermanmuseum.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4