Moderator Added - Wyoming53

[Admin]

Wyoming53 has been added as our first full Moderator.

[Wyody]

I think back to the flack I took when I first invited him over ... and now ... lookit'im!
It's almost like my son got a real job!
I hope some of the hate and personal attacks will disappear now - but more than that, I hope both sides of issues still get fair and equal play. The site has had a past tendancy to either go "straight to the Devil" or on the other hand, to turn into a Doris Day movie.
Best o' luck. We'll see.

[McGowdog]

Que sera sera

...whatever will be will be...

Doris Day shreds. Mosh.

[Wyody]

Oh brother, we do not want me to make this post ... do we?
Is Doris Day still alive? "Yes", you say? Really?
Okay. I have this post to make. It's all about something I saw on one of the upper floors of the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach ... the year-the night the Dolphins won the Super Bowl ... and it involved Doris Day ... and the Dolphins ... some of them anyway ... but I dasn't say - especially while she's alive.
You sure she's still alive?
Well, remind me if the day comes that she is no longer among us (perish the thought) - 'cause then I can probably make this post that I can't make now.
I am so disappointed. I really thought I could tell this drunk and topless story here today but I guess I simp ... ... ... ... whoops

[catfish]

Originally Posted by Wyody

Oh brother, we do not want me to make this post ... do we?
Is Doris Day still alive? "Yes", you say? Really?
Okay. I have this post to make. It's all about something I saw on one of the upper floors of the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach ... the year-the night the Dolphins won the Super Bowl ... and it involved Doris Day ... and the Dolphins ... some of them anyway ... but I dasn't say - especially while she's alive.
You sure she's still alive?
Well, remind me if the day comes that she is no longer among us (perish the thought) - 'cause then I can probably make this post that I can't make now.
I am so disappointed. I really thought I could tell this drunk and topless story here today but I guess I simp ... ... ... ... whoops

drunk and topless story : Iam ready

[Wyoming53]

Me too! Come on ody, spill it!

[Wyody]

Ahh, bittersweet-ivity.
It's no secret that one of the sadder commentaries on America's "right-wing", right-or-wrong, is that they lack enough imagination for the type of vision needed to drive ... nay ... to propel us into a usable future. It is partly this very belief that often brings the left-wingers to a hyped-up state of confrontive intensity.
It reminds me of a person that, for 18 years, I have referred to only as "Scary Ol' Suzy". Not because Suzy was old ... or even scary ... but because of what she represented so far as a personal-history description of events. This, however, is yet another story that I cannot relate ... and one I would bet that you could barely find interest in ... but if you somehow get a cold shudder running thru you along about now then somehow, you already get it and the story needs no telling! Wish reality were such that I could actually untell it.
But that leads us right back to The Fontainebleau. I've spoke on that establishment before on this site. It's where I used to follow Henry Kissinger down a stairway or two, a hallway or two with some of his personal belongings (I would assume) in tow. Remind me to someday look up to find exactly what nationality Kissinger actually is ... because I have to tell you, the word for "Growl" in that language is much more intense than in English.
But this is said merely to explain that I was no stranger to The Fontainebleau. For some of you that might remember the 60's and early 70's as adults and/or young-adults, if you were in the "civilized" territories then you might have experienced a nuance of that America - where, on a Friday night and sometimes a regular weekday evening a person could find an open-bar in almost any major Hotel in the country, with some business or organizational convention going on at the time and so, from an early age I drank and hobknobbed with Realtors and Stockbrokers and VFW top-dogs and finance-enterpreneurs and pilots and even my first strange and nightly conquests came in crowds of people who had, long ago, stopped using their real names ... and even their real lives ... for names and lives of great imagination and color.
It is also a fact that many of my earlier and later "Hotel Escapades" took place in Cincinnati which, incidentally, is where Doris Day was born! So, a connection to her personage is actually greater than just some bar-story relating a true event in Miami Beach.
So much time has passed since those days that my memory is a tad fuzzy on relating specifics of dates, times and events. I remember that both party-conventions were held in Miami back then - and I protested at both - much to the chagrin of my government. I remember swimming with Manatees one of those summers in the Inter/Intra coastal waterway ... and I wasn't even sure what they were. I remember wrestling gators and crocs in those years - for food and fun - being enshrined in the pages of the smallest small-town newspaper I'd ever know in White Oak, NC. I remember the woman I was married to and events long before and long after ... and I remember Doris Day! Used to see a few movie stars in those days (and others). I spent a lot of time in Coconut Grove and wandering among the mansions of Miami and Miami Beach. I also knew, by sight, several sports figures in several cities - having partied by invitation at their open-door parties in one town or another.
But enough about me - I didn't intend to bend your visual-ear about my own personal histories.
It's just that you two right(ish)-wingers were asking about my reference to a story about Doris.
Yo! Fellas! She's still alive! I can't just blurt it out.
However, if you were leftish, your imagination would complete most of the story - and yes, you can count this as an attempt to get you to let go of your restrictive, problematic right-wing ways and get with the future instead of the past ... but it is presented in all humility and best wishes.
I wish I could recall which Dolphin - I can't even remember all the names. I can't even remember if Nick Buoniconti was a Dolphin then ... so, even if I wanted to I couldn't tell you which larger-than-life football player was running down the carpeted hallway of The Fontainebleau with a topless celebrity on his shoulders, champagne bottles in hand ... nor could I even tell you which celebrity it was.
But someday, maybe.

[isabel]

Doris Day, boy does she bring back memories. I always liked her...perfect or not. Back in the 60's and 70's...topless and drinking at a party was considered tame:) My mind choses to fade out certain memories of those days:) Now the question is what would someone who saw Wyody at those parties be telling us?:)

Izzy

[Wyody]

I saw Wyody at several of those parties he mentions.
I saw him go from the "shy one" that came in as a member of the band and played excellent piano - to the wild-eyed, wild-haired, top-hatted show stealer that commanded the attention of entire rooms.
I saw him go from "the sober one" who always opened the meetings with a quick but to-the-point barrage of facts and figures - to the dark and austere mystery-man who always left with the most gorgeous and mysterious woman in the room.
I saw him go from "the listener" - to the one that always got to Drunkland the fastest with the mostest.
And then, there were the lobster-diving parties. The ones where he procured both, the lobster and the bathtub full of jungle juice.
I saw him go from being the one who captivated auditoriums full of people with a quiet oration - to being the one who convinced every member of those great halls to jump off the cliff ... seemingly right behind him ... although he never seemed to be in the Ocean at the bottom of the cliff with the rest. No one ever figured out where he really did go.
I watched him go from being a right-wing, conservative-ish type to being an out-and-out supporter of Jerry Rubin and Abbie ... somebody.
I watched him go from being the absolutely scariest thing in the mountain wilderness - to being the most reserved of three-piecers in the city.
There are stories to tell. OH! Are there ever stories to tell.
But we all have our stories.
I know that I, for one, am having a wonderful time thinking about Isabel's party days - and the things she promised to forget long before she was even sure why she was forgetting them - and resigning myself never to be surprised if her party-days and Wyody's party-days ever co-existed because, one must remember, Wyody is/was a travelling man - was always there more than he was here.
I remember Wyody when he was famously known for his "puppy-dog eyes" and a soulful, longing gaze that instigated the writing and mailing of several "Dear John" letters around the world and yet I remember him as the weather-beaten Grizzly with eyes formed to a permanent squint from years and years of staring into the approaching sun and departing moon.
I remember Wyody and a bowl of 5-way Chili mixed with a bottle of Ouzo ... with crackers.
I'm kinda fond of that fellow - and of so many stories that occasionally get told about him .... but as always, I am forced to remember that he is always more interested in your story - than in his own. Ahh, Wyody. My hero.
***paid for by the Wyody For Hero commission***
Hi! I'm Wyody and I approved this message!

[isabel]

I love it. Your stories are so entertaining...I hear just a bit of truth in the fable. Yes, the purple haze of the 60's and 70's and growing up near Berkeley, CA. The black light parties...the incents (sp) ...the beatle songs mixed with the Mama's and Papa's. How I miss the headbands, purple leather boots and poncho's...the hip hugging levi...back in the day when I had hips:) No bras and the tye die shirts. Being called "the old lady" at the ripe age of 16. The clubs in San Francisco. Hitch hiking was common and I did it often. The in thing to drive was a VW bug or bus.

Everyone getting married at a young age. Or just living together for a few years. Our kids being raised all natural. Okay, I left out all the shocking stuff...that is the fuzzy part...better left to the haze of the days.

Oh!!! Forgot what the topic was:) Congrats 53. I think you are a great choice for mod.

Izzy

[Wyody]

As you may have noticed I am sort of laying back from the actual issue of this thread.
It's just that ... it raises many thoughts going back in time a ways related to many different events that have occurred along the way ... and I'm not sure how I truly feel about it 'cause I keep wandering the different avenues collecting my thoughts like either some scavenger hunt or maybe more like I'm searching for that missing Scrabble tile.
And being that it causes many thoughts and emotions, I sure wouldn't want to be one to write about every road I'm on ... and then not wind up at a desitnation - so, in so many words, I'm choosing to be rather quiet about it.
(HaHaHaHahaHaHaHaHa)
Now, back to the matters at hand. I was introduced to Marin county and Sonoma before I ever made it down to 'Frisco which came just a few weeks later. It was like somebody took New York City and put it in the middle of a tornado ... a really wild mob-scene ... a cacaphony of life in burgeoning pastels with most merely fitting into the tie-dyed clothes; some falling like sunburnt leaves from tall trees on the overabundance of partially-named drugs; many walking the fine line between their own sanity and the artful insanity of lesser minds; many never coming back ... just like 'Nam but without the Enemy ... without the true or falsely-imagined "just cause"; without the saddle.
Floundering is a good word to describe some of it while a good phrase for some of it might be that many ended up waiting on capitalism to finish their once determined philosophies written in cosmic sand - and in so doing saw the erasing of even the best of ideas.
Here we are today - still tie-dyed inside ... and still warm from the wine ... and still giddy from the intoxicating fumes of life.

[the dufferz]

Right on Wyoming53, glad you are in the drivers seat. I will be away most of the rest of the summer, but will be back in full swing soon.

[PDXnative]

Originally Posted by Admin

Wyoming53 has been added as our first full Moderator.

There goes the neighborhood

He sure seems to be doing a great job.... uh...... Where is he? And why? Why do we need full mods if there are no freakin' people posting? Admin, are you giving up and moving onto other things? That must be the case.

[McGowdog]

It will grow! When, I don't know. They will come.

In the mean time, we need to keep pluggin' away. I'm gonna do my part by adding some more photos to my Colorado thread if y'all are ok with that.

[PDXnative]

I do notice that a lot of people do view the states threads. They do not sign up, but they do read them. The more threads on states, the more people will show up.

Just got back from a week in Steamboat Springs. Might post my photos in the Colorado section. What part of CO do you live in?

[Wyody]

Originally Posted by PDXnative

I do notice that a lot of people do view the states threads. They do not sign up, but they do read them. The more threads on states, the more people will show up.

Just got back from a week in Steamboat Springs. Might post my photos in the Colorado section. What part of CO do you live in?

Hey, just in case you came across it in Steamboat, they still have that Pizza Joint/Italian Restaurant where you sit in these old oak vats turned sideways?
I used to live in a condo there - at the time, it was an all white building and the very last one in town ... I think at the NE end. For work, I walked every square foot you can see of the surrounding hills from town. For fun, we used to drive over to Leadville (I think that was the name) and drink back.

[PDXnative]

Did not notice it.

[McGowdog]

Southern. I live in Pueblo County and I do have some catching up to do with the photos.

I've been to Steamboat for a V-ball tournament years ago. Nice place. I remember seeing a lot of hot-air ballons when I was there.

[1doglady]

Originally Posted by McGowdog

Southern. I live in Pueblo County and I do have some catching up to do with the photos.

I've been to Steamboat for a V-ball tournament years ago. Nice place. I remember seeing a lot of hot-air ballons when I was there.

McGow have you left CD?

[McGowdog]

No, I have not.

Why do you ask, btw?

[1doglady]

Originally Posted by McGowdog

No, I have not.

Why do you ask, btw?

No reason...your name just looked familiar.