Tag, You're It

As a kid, I loved playing tag. Especially when I wasn't it. Unfortunately, I'm it, thanks to my friend Cam Beck over at ChaosScenario. So, what does that mean?

In brief, the newest meme spreading across the blogosphere is this game of tag, where those who are tagged are tasked to write five things about themselves that others don't know. Then we must tag others to do the same task.

Now, this didn't seem so bad the first time. But now I'm really pissed at Cam (just kidding). You see, I screwed up. I had this post completely written, and then stupidly surfed away without first saving. So, here I sit, writing the same stuff for a second time. You think your bored; imagine me having to read this twice.

Okay, enough of the moaning. Here goes:

1. In the early '70s, I traveled part-time with a rock band as their one-and-only roadie. They  liked me because of my long-flowing locks, my willingness to do almost anything, and my reputation as a party-til-ya-drop kind of guy. What does a roadie do? I trucked equipment all over Hell's burnt-brown acres, unloaded and helped set up the equipment on stage, spent half a lifetime in smoky bars drinking shots of bourbon and partied til I dropped, usually about 5 a.m. or 6 a.m.
2. Before hangin' with rockers and their groupies, I served 7 years, four months, in the Air  Force, where I had a secret classification, meaning if I tell you what I did I would have to kill you. Actually, I spent every spring and summer years two through four playing baseball on the Army team at Fort Lewis. Yes, I was in the Air Force but we didn't have a base team. So the Army's guy made a deal with my guy, and I was the ringer at third base. Just a note: I left the military as a Staff Sgt. and the Air Force Commendation Medal. Who'd a thunk it?
3. After the military and rock 'n roll, I graduated from the University of Florida School of Journalism and Communications, and was one of two graduates from the spring of '75 class who got a paying job with a daily newspaper. It was hardly a job, as I was a sports writer and columnist.
4. At the University of Florida, I lived in a graduate dorm because I was too much of a dirty old man to live where I might be a danger to young girls and a bad influence on the boys. (Remember, I was by then out of the military and through hangin' with rockers.) So they made me an RA at this co-ed graduate dorm. Go figure! And, of course, all their fears were realized. To the point where I completely corrupted and seduced my wife of 32 years, who lived in the dorm. Oh my!
5. Despite having just entered my sixth decade, I still love to rock and go to concerts. The result of that decision: My ears ring 24/7/365. I guess it's true: Old rockers never die, we just slowly lose our hearing. Rock on!

Now, it's time to get even. Tag, you're it:

1. Tammy Vitale
2. John Moore
3. Maria Palma
4. Toby, the Marketing Diva
5. Spike Jones

Comments

[Cam Beck]

You zoomies got to have all the fun. ;)

[Paul McEnany]

Damn, Lewis, I think it's time to write a book. I bet you've got some stories to tell! :)

[Lewis Green]

Cam,

Not a bad place to serve, except for my buddies stationed in the jungles of Nam and Thailand at Air Force Listening and Watching posts. Not so much fun for them. Still, the Air Force is the white collar service of all the branches.

[Tim Jackson]

Rock on indeed, my friend. I'm glad you got tagged- gives us more of you.

Third base huh? I pitched, but kind of like Al Hrabosky- "The Mad Hungarian". I had a great arm, with lots of velocity, but absolutely no control. It was either a fast ball for a strike, or it was over the fence behind the catcher. I never knew which it would be. (I once knocked a guy unconscious with an errant pitch and almost gave it up on the spot.)

Thanks for playing along... and keep rockin out!