JBR
Senior Member
Walking/hiking/camping in the countryside, and playing around with single-cylinder gas engines.
But at 17, started playing acoustic guitar.
But at 17, started playing acoustic guitar.
FYI...I played the French Horn from 3rd grade through 9th grade in our band/ orchestra. In grade school, once we had to march in a parade, I had to play the base drum providing the foundation for the marching...I hated it but the guy who usually played it wanted to be our band leader, he was a friend so I agreed to play that stupid base drum. I still have that marching cadence in my head...I cannot get it out!What instrument did you play? What type of Martial art?
I played guitar. Most often a Fender Telecaster.
I started with Goju Ryu Karate then moved to Muay Thai, JKD and Filipino Martial Arts, gaining a 4th Degree Black Belt in Doce Pares Eskrima.
Dancing and staying alive !
You were very fortunate indeed! Thanks for sharing.The tibia & fibula were broken in a number of paces between the knee and ankle. That was easy enough to screw together, the difficulty was getting the nerve ends to meet up. A couple of younger surgeons had tried and failed and were considering amputation. Mr. Penrose, in the UK a surgeon becomes Mr, as opposed to doctor, it's a kind of inverted snobbery, but Mr. Penrose, aged 72 had been trying to retire, but my good fortune found him on the hospital ward.
Hearing of the other surgeon's prognosis, Mr. Penrose said: "Don't take the lad's leg off, let me try." Coming round from the anaesthetic Mr. Penrose stood at my bedside. "Wriggle your toes for me," he said. Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle. My Dad wept when he shook hands with Mr. Penrose. Full recovery took a long time but thanks to that elderly surgeon, I have lived a life with two good legs.
Did you do that type of group singing typical of Duwop songs?Didn't have any. Too busy dancing, singing and hanging with friends.
Well, maybe reading, playing cards and chess, but those weren't really hobbies.
Teens didn't last that long anyway.
Burned alot of rubber back in the day... Back tires and back seat.....Motorcycles and street racing. Girls just naturally followed.
My cousin and I ran a trapline. Mostly muskrats and beaver, but did get a few coons. It sucked getting up and walking about 2 miles through the woods and swamps in the dark and snow before school every day, again in the evening, and then skin anything we caught.A local trapper would give us $1.50 to $2.00 for each one we brought him.

I have a Grandson who is now living in Brisbane which I believe is on the other side of country that your map shows. He had to sign up for two years to get the job. He has always had this dream about Australia so when the job came up with the company he works for he applied. If he likes it as much as he hopes he doesn't plan on coming back.Shooting and motorcycle riding were my two main hobbies. I was into small game hunting and target shooting at the rifle range, including competing at the national championship.
I haven't fired a single shot since moving to Australia in 1989.
I have ridden well over 100,000 Kilometres in Australia, especially on the Harley.
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The beach, music, clothes and make-up........oh yeah, boys too![]()
We had a CB radio club among several of us guys. I had 2 different radios. One was a Contact 23 and the other was a Browning Eagle. I also had 2 antennas on the roof and I am not ashamed to admit that I used an illegal booster, which the FCC fined people if they were caught. Back then, a CB operator had to have a license.
Kool Breeze—Took my handle from a local heavyweight boxer back in the day. A lot of different people used this handle, which is why I spelled mine with a “K.”![]()
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Sunfighter handle here.