tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398308548190340536.post4227438843152214442..comments2023-06-15T11:30:58.710-04:00Comments on Old Bike Rider - Philosophy of being where you are: History ....Theotherjewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080374434101539766noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398308548190340536.post-67120145593867425372009-01-29T20:38:00.000-05:002009-01-29T20:38:00.000-05:00I was going to delete this, but it is a very meani...I was going to delete this, but it is a very meaningful comment on how "easy" all this teknology is for us old guys. And what is/are "vicious kanides"?Theotherjewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14080374434101539766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398308548190340536.post-15166093617306402432009-01-29T10:44:00.000-05:002009-01-29T10:44:00.000-05:00OK , This is the very last time I attempt to make ...OK , This is the very last time I attempt to make a comment. First i had no account (not a comment on my personality), then i had an unverified account. THEN it all disappeared into cyberspace where the vicious kanides are most likely gnawing at it as i type....<BR/>You hung out at Tony G's????? So did i sort of. I lived around the corner on Waverly Pl. I went to school and hung out with his son John. Went to camp with him and Ray Hull (lived on Lindsley Pl.) Was the first (and last) place i ever tried to use a knockout from an electrical box as a slug to get a free coke. Tony dragged me home and handed me to my father(not my mother luckily). Later i worked accross the street at the Citgo for Bill Hutchmaker. My Grand parents lived accross the street in the Dutch Colonial house (not the Wash-Mobile). Strange how our paths have crossed throughout life.<BR/>MRGramPahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00734265971943057295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398308548190340536.post-44535474042589568872009-01-29T09:56:00.000-05:002009-01-29T09:56:00.000-05:00You worked at Tony G's station???? I worked accros...You worked at Tony G's station???? I worked accross the street at the Citgo for Bill Hutchmaker. AND i went to school with Tony's oldest son John, and went to Camp Columbus one summer with him and Ray Hull (lived on Lindsley Av). The last time i was up there the station was boarded up... My Grandparents lived directly accross the street in the Dutch Colonial. We lived two houses down on Waverly Place. We used to get our Christmas trees there... It was also the first place (and last) that i tried to use a knock out from a electric box as a slug to get a free coke. Didn't work, Tony hauled me home (right on Waverly Place) and handed me over to my father (luckily not my mother).<BR/>Amazing how our paths have been crossing throughout life.GramPahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00734265971943057295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398308548190340536.post-76460248870183832672009-01-19T17:47:00.000-05:002009-01-19T17:47:00.000-05:00How cool. It is amazing how hope gets into your s...How cool. It is amazing how hope gets into your soul isn't it?aniliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863768868354148366noreply@blogger.com