My High School Tire Guy
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During my high school years, I did what I could to make money on old tires and save money on tires I bought for the old cars I owned. This story is about the guy I dealt with for tires.
Category Archives: Phillips Stark Street
Easter Pets
Easter Pets
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Giving children live Easter pets seems like a harmless thing to do,
but my experiences with them when I was a child tell a different story. Here’s my story. Continue reading
The Blizzard
The Blizzard
Shortly after my 14th birthday, on March 22 through 25, 1957, one of the worst snow blizzard storms in Texas Panhandle history hit us while we were living at 13 Stark Street in Phillips, Texas. Here’s the story. Continue reading
Hanging With The Boys
Hanging With The Boys
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For an 11 year old boy to have a secret place to hang out with the boys was pretty special. Here’s the story. Continue reading
Sneaking Around
Sneaking Around
Sneaking around usually implies that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be doing. To a young boy this kind of stuff is exciting. You know you shouldn’t be doing it, yet you can’t wait to give it a try. Here’s the story.
The Kids On Stark Street Part 2
The Kids on Stark Street Part 2
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You know, It’s funny how I can remember the names of the kids that lived on my street in the 1950s and I can’t even remember where I went to eat out last week. Continue reading
The Kids on Stark Street Part 1
The Kids on Stark Street Part 1
It’s funny how I can remember the names of the kids that lived on my street in the 1950s and I can’t even remember where I went to eat out last week. Continue reading
Safeway Salvage
Safeway Salvage
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Summer jobs as a teenager were not always so good,
But we had to make some money so we did what we could.
This poem describes one of summer jobs I did in the heat,
That sometimes would knock me right off of my feet. Continue reading
White Sox
White Sox
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When I was a young man, I loved to play baseball,
I mostly played sandlot ball with the neighbors and all.
This poem describes the one year I played baseball,
In the little league with an umpire making the calls. Continue reading
Night Life In Borger
Night Life In Borger
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Reminiscing the teenage years may be the most fun of all.
As those things we did to to have fun, we do often recall.
This poem points out things we did for our enjoyment,
Living in a very small town, with our special deployment. Continue reading