Reminiscing on a misty day. I get to tell some of these old stories now without feeling like I’m hurting my mama’s feelings too awfully much. She knows I’m a senior now and am releasing some of that old information. Truth is that she knew all that stuff all along. You can’t hide much from mamas who love their kids and she is definitely one that does. Hope I don’t embarass you mama.
Anyway, this story goes like this. In the middle 1980’s I was a travelling telephone installer and the job happened to be in Columbus, Ohio, a large city of over 1 million people. I lived in an apartment with several guys on the crew. We had about 30 employees and took up several apartments. Directly behind the apartment was where I ate my supper almost every night. An Oriental mom and pop place and it’s name was non else than “Dung Ho!” (Dung, as in feces is not very appealing for my appetite, but the “War-Su-Gai” was to die for) It soon became my favorite and here’s a little tip just in case you didn’t know, You can take those little carry-out paper boxes at Chinese restaurants and keep unfolding them until you have a round bowl instead of just a box… just in case you didn’t know. That’s where I discovered that.
We worked installing a new state-of-the-art communications telephony and computer system at BMI (a quasi government/commercial private industry think tank that did many inventions, like, lasers, copy machines, space shuttle tiles, Artificial Intelligence, postage stamp glue and a lot of other cool topics. A lot of scientists and engineers. Google them; Battelle Memorial Institute ).where I was working. It took us about 9 months to complete the job and then we went to Chicago next for the next job at Argonne National Laboratory another government base. …
by Steve Wardrip
Pretty spunky, racing time is here and getting there to start is a challenge. We can do it and it takes a lot of hard working people to accomplish this task. When you smell it it in the air, you know it’s there. It’s hard to move away from everything you knew at age twenty-two. Hit the road to the Northland with spare change in your pocket and a duffel bag, as in military issue olive drab green army duffel bag. I even packed my balsa wood airplane model kit I had half finished. I had the wings and fuselage all fabricated and all the parts, paper and paint for the rest. What a neat hobby.. I loved building model airplanes. I used to build boats and cars too. It just depends on the fantasy at the time. Right now the fantasy is a race, a rock n’ roll race to play 365 gigs in a year. Doable? Yup. Two guitars, you can rent amps and bring a bag of accessories and batteries. My rig travels cheap. The only problem I have is airlines. They don’t give a shit about musical instruments, now, in fact, they hate musical instruments and they try their best to break them in half. …
by Steve Wardrip
What’s so funny about a brick wall?
Is it about to fall?
C’mon, tell the truth,
Is it on the border or something?
Every Comedy Club, Every Stage,
Has one of these… and people laugh.
Why do people laugh at brick walls?
Sometimes comedians stand in front of them.
My sister and I will never forget,
One night long ago in Lower Manhattan,
At Rodney Dangerfield’s Comedy Club,
When a lady went to the ladies room then what he did.
Well, she had been blowing smoke into his face,
Sitting there right in front of the stage, close,
So, when she left, he pretended to spit in her drink,
And looked at the audience and said “Shhh! …