@unclewilbur that's what I thought too. Although I have a degree, I am dumb as a rock when it comes to plants.
@immatthewj oh you had to show off. At least I made bad first impressions on zero celebrities
Karen Carpeneter died 42 years ago.
Today is February 4th, 2025. So today marks 42 years since Karen Carpenter passed away. This is a sad time, but a very good time to listen to her most beautiful voice and look at some of your favorite pictures of Karen. Personally, I look at Karen's eyes, they melt my heart!
@unclewilbur that's what I thought too. Although I have a degree, I am dumb as a rock when it comes to plants. @immatthewj oh you had to show off. At least I made bad first impressions on zero celebrities |
Well, @grislybutter , if nothing else, I guess I was able to accomplish that during the days of which I was trying to party like a rock star. |
ok, I dug one up (in the biggest loser category): I got arrested at the Queen's Budapest concert when I climbed a 20 foot wall to get inside the stadium. Not only I didn't see the Queen (how cool that would have been) but I was embarrassed to ashes in front of my date. A german sheppard dragged me down and placed me in front of the cops like a frail bird in a split second. It was impressive. |
@grislybutter , I cannot even come close to topping that. As far as the Lynyrd Skynyrd experience that the OP shared, that’s another one I have nothing to compare to. I watched a couple of documentaries about that band, and the one I liked the best, that I found most interesting, was (I think) the one titled If I Leave Here Tomorrow. Anyway, back after the crash in the late ’70s and early ’80s when I was in the Air Force I found their music to be great to drink massive quantities of alcohol and do other stuff and to party to, but as fascinating as I now find their story, most of the music that band recorded now does very little for me (although if I got loaded up on Jack Daniels it might come back to me why I used to like it), but I will say that I really like the beginning of Sweet Home Alabama (". . . big wheels keep on turning, carry me home to see my kin, singing songs about the southland . . .") And after watching that documentary, even though it didn’t rejuvenate my enthusiasm for their music, it made me think I would have liked to have been partying with them when they were in their heyday. They were impressive. |