Archive 5 -
Sorry Bosco...MARKS' TONGUE / ROB'S FAT BUTT
PUD'S CHOKIN AT THIS VERY MOMENT ON ROB'S POSTING--ON BOTH THE
TONGUE AND THE BUTT (CONCERNING THE MJ COMPARISON), JUST
REMEMBER, MJ HAS A MUCH, MUCH BIGGER...
Puddddddder, 1/900/TS-ELLIOT, Pud@TongueStuck.com, [Msgid=37886]
Completing the sentence
How about a new subject? Where was your favorite cruiser
day-site? As a pubescent yut I recall this little round lake
which you could swim across and/or walk and tony around!? On
one cloudless day I remember falling in lust with some goyish
looking girl from Sayner, she was a frenching fool! I had no
idea where my cabin was as I was swaping spit beneath a grove
of Pine trees? Ahh those were the days!
P'troff, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38033]
The little round lake was Crystal Lake (I think) and now I know
why my counselors took us there so many times.
Shoppe, , Wdoner@aol.com, [Msgid=38124]
Well, well, well....A new voice from the past has chimed
in....THE SHOPPE MAN.....My favorite spot as a youth was
Rhinelander...the used clothes store, Von Steele Winery, Paper
Mill, etc. As a staff member it was either Eagle River or an
early rise to go to Presque Isle Falls.
JP, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38157]
Cruiser Day From Hell
Well, this wasn't my favorite Cruiser Day, but it is my most
vivid memory. In 1972 Bob Coy was a part-time senior counselor
in Arapaho; one Wednesday he loaded the cabin into a van, drove
us two hours to his home in Mosinee, we ate our box lunch on
his screened porch, and then he drove us back to camp. My guess
is that he must have lost a bet.
Gazzoo, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38495]
Gazzoo...I think I was at the Bob Coy death Cruiser Day...I was
in your cabin 2nd session....Agree that Presque Isle Falls was
Jeff Mossler, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38510]
....got interrupted typing the last message..other memorable
Cruiser Days..Ridiculous Day in Rhinelander..one Cruiser Day we
stayed in camp when Randy Wynn was our counselor and had a
water balloon fight..it was actually pretty fun...another
possible topic, favorite bar incidents. I'm starting to feel
like Larry King with the stream of consciousness and all the
Jeff Mossler, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38514]
Hipzoo for Gazzoo
Moss, bar incidents just might carry us all the way to the
reunion! Gazzoo, totally forgot about the box lunches! Bob Coy,
what a blast from the past...how many people do you know with
only six letters in their entire name? My hunch is that he left
his only jockstrap (x-s) at his home in Mosinee, and had to
shuttle you all down to get it! On a brighter note...
Gazzoo! May all your dreams come true and all your Timber
memories stay as fresh as a frozen Tombstone! Congratulations
and thanks for the great site!
P'troff, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38547]
Happy B-day Gazzoo
Moss, I seem to remember some fun you had at Fair Dinkum's. My
best memories are of the early Debbie days at the Annex (before
the Minocqua-Bat invasion, when a 35-cent Old Style was free).
Best Bar Game: "Shooting for Shots"-Toss a coaster from the
bar, whatever bottle you hit you had to do a shot from. (I was
legal age I swear). I still remember the "Martini" that
Branovan mixed for me on one of my birthdays. I think I left a
permanent mark out back.
Red, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38555]
SHOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPE!!!! BRAVO-40, Gazzoo--you're 20 days closer
to 40 than I am.
Pud, 1-800-BRAVISIMO, firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38594]
I didn't realize all you geezers were hitting 40. A 40-year-old
Pudster. Oh my God!
David Raskin, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38630]
Pud's not 40!!!!
Pud's more like 65 or 70. That's why he's retired. (Sorry Pud,
Red, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38639]
I guess I was one of the very few who attended camp all those
years and never really got into trampball. I could bounce for
about five minutes before my stomach would decide to bounce on
it's own tramp. Anyway, a big Bravo for tushball.com, quite a
worthy name. I'd also like to add that I'm looking forward to
meeting some of you tramp-lords on the tushball court for a
serious beating. Unless a volley back to me gets hung up on the
wire and fakes me out!
Bosco, , YaHeyDer@aol.com, [Msgid=38716]
Evening, all. It's been too, too long since I've been here.
It's good to "hear" familiar voices - many from my young
adulthood and many (never forgotten) from my early childhood.
Reading each posting brings back too many memories to count. As
our lives become more complicated, it's easy to lose contact.
Thanks, Gazzoo, for providing this venue - great work! Trivia:
Name of only horse to die at Timberlane
Jim Hiken, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38738]
That would be SUCKER? (who was dragged by Lee Campbell's truck
from the stables to behind the rifle range in 1972?) Maybe
Rocky Stone shoulda' started an archeology class, as Outdoor
Mind Expansion was already in full bloom.
Pud Phillips, 1-888-SUCKER2, Jon460@netscape.net, [Msgid=38746]
Cruiser Day with Red and Corrine
My favorite Cruiser Days were those in camp. Especially lunch
time, we would order pizza from Alexanders, and Red and I would
make the run in my car. Anyone know why Red never had a car at
camp? Rumor has it that he didn't get his license until he was
24. Anyway, we would stop off at the A-head for some BL's and
Peter Kaufman fantasys from Corrine. Two hours later, we would
stumble back to camp with the pies. One time we even brought a
14 year-old Pete Koro with us. After lunch, I would provoke a
water balloon fight among my campers near my car, and after all
the fun, I conveniently would find a bucket of soapy water to
finish the job. By the way, happy birthday to all the old
Danny Plattner, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38751]
Most Unusual Activities
Most unusual activities: Nature Appreciation with Rocky Stone
(last seen in quite traditional Orthodox garb - rabbi?), Drama
with Lee Glicksman and Gail Justin, Underwater Basket Weaving
(also known as Chinese Sleep Clinic) with every one of my
counselors during rainy day activity sessions.
Shimmy, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38855]
Donny, I never had a car because I could always get idiots like
you to drive me wherever I wanted to go, and buy me beers once
we got there.
Red, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38893]
I'll never forget Rocky Stone's announcement in the lodge. I
miss my frisbee and my frisbee misses me!....etc. Nature
appreciation was great for the counselors because they were in
a state of mind where one could stare at the clouds for hours
if you will....like the minnows in Pallette for those of you
who were there!....I wouldn't be opposed to some nature
appreciation in August!
Jeff Mossler, , email@example.com, [Msgid=38927]
Outdoor Mind Expansion-
Jeffamongus, I got some real beefy cow patties gettin' ripe in
this neck of the woods. There some whopper fungusamongi poppin'
outta these stanky muthaf**ckers--I'll dry 'em out for Aug.
Shimmmmerooo--was Gail Justin anything like Lisa Justin?
Pudamongus, (309)ZZZOOOM, Jon460@netscape.net, [Msgid=38949]
Dave Mosiman.. Where are you now?
A Crystal Lake memory.. On a day off with a group of
Timber-Staff circa 1984, we are at Crystal Lake and have poured
down more than a few BLs. Dave Mosiman and I decide to take a
walk all the way around the lake. Mose (famous for letting
certain things out at the wrong time - let's see who can pick
up that reference) turns to me at one point and says, "I don't
know if I want to walk all the way around. Let's just go
halfway and come back!" I almost drowned laughing my ass off in
ankle deep water... Oh Mose.. Where are you now??!
Jeff Leiken, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=38987]
Leiken's Vague Reference
Leiken, was that the guy who, you know, at the Boom-Bay Bar
around 1983? If so, I get your reference, because I was
there!!! Maybe you should, eventually, clue everybody in.
David Susman, , email@example.com, [Msgid=39023]
Suss, I don't remember you being there, but remember me and
Kanto! Uh, oh. I bet this is one of those apochraphal camp
memories -- what do I really remember? Who knows. Oh, Leiken's
reference: Mose's trip to the Boom Bay resulted in one of my
all time favorite morning cheers -- "Hey Mose, how about a
little cream in your coffee? Phewt!!!"
David Raskin, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39064]
Boom Bay Bar-Mosimen
Suss, I beleive the year was either 1984 or 1985. The place was
THE BOOM BAY BAR. A certain Mr. Mosimen, in a fit of
excitement, was dancing on stage with one of the lovely women
when upon a moment of true enthusiasm (I think Pud or someone
else had announced that this was to be his bachelor party and
he had never been to a place of this caliber before) he "spiked
on the no bounce". Gazzoo, I apologize. I don't know if the
"web authorities" or Mike Cohen allow people to say "spike on
the no bounce" on a a web site. I know that such obcenities are
typically reserved for the web sites that PUD pays for on a
monthly basis. (FYI-Pud keep the picutres coming)
Danny Buring, 901-818-9882, email@example.com, [Msgid=39066]
Boom Bay (on stage) Bomb
Raskin, I was definitly there! I seem to remember that Ross
Cahn was there also. About 10 days ago I was out to lunch with
Gazzoo and I recounted that story. I didn't want to go into too
much detail as Mrs. Gazzoo was present so, thanks for the
details Buring!! Who was that guy anyway??
David Susman, , lovecampcoach.com, [Msgid=39069]
Ahh, Tushball...there have been a few changes to the official
ATA site. That little retaining wall to the right, gone. I
think the wire (sorry Bosco) and the tree to the left are also
gone. I didn't make it by Timberlane last summer, but 2 years
ago I happened to show up for the all-camp tourney. No, I did
not participate as they had already gone thru the line one
time. Trivia: Do you know the name of the 16th cabin? Do you
know where it's located? The other changes you'll have to see
at the reunion. Bosco, a little tip; when you play JP in Tush,
just hit it to his right, he'll throw his back out trying to
get it and never play again...
MP, 901.725.6767, firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39080]
What the hell does it mean, Raskin? Maybe that's why you're a
Ph.D. and I'm NOT...I had somethin' to do with the recruiting
efforts of Mr. Mosiman. Believe it or not, for a couple months,
he dated one of Peoria's richest and hottest females. I think
she was turned on by his brilliant naivety. After putting in a
stint with the U.S. Postal Service, Mr. Mosiman (now married
for 15 yrs. with 4 kids) is a school teacher in the Chicago
area (he got his training at camp, Coach). Danny, glad ya like
the pics; I have a feeling that your brother will enable me to
add significantly to mine (sorry, I don't do the pay-sites).
B.S. keeps me very well-supplied with cyber-poontang. M-PENIS,
nice of you to drop in. I've sent you mail, but have seen (2)
similar, but different addresses--I've inserted the "mocha" as
in email@example.com (you gave up the coffee?)
Pudrick, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39081]
Mose's big night
Now I'm remembering Mose's big night more clearly -- thanks
Suss --because, and this is embarrassing, I didn't know what
had happened (was I only 17?). Mose somehow went onstage to
dance with the stripper; soon they both started laughing, and
Mose sort of put his arm on her shoulder, then got offstage and
sat back down at the bar. I asked him, "What happened?" He
didn't exactly tell me, but went on to talk about how long it
had been since he'd been with a woman.... This night off wasn't
during pre-camp was it? I used to drive a busette full of staff
out there every once in a while. "Apochraphal," Pud, (where's
Stoler when we need him?) is a story everyone tells as if it
were true that might actually not be -- I'm sure you've got
plenty of those!
David Raskin, , email@example.com, [Msgid=39082]
The Mosiman Affair
My recollection of that evening differs slightly from Raskin's.
Mosiman somehow got up on stage, one of Tomahawk's finest was
dancing around him (I believe she was at least partially
clothed), the fine lady started to simulate a sexual act
(hand/oral in nature), she made a move for his zipper, Mosiman
became flushed, he said something to the lovely local and she
started laughing uncontrollably. Thus, a Timberlane legend was
David Susman, , PudFor
Hey Raskin! Nice Timber-recall on the morning cheers! Now, if
only I could remember who you and this Mose guy are?? I don't
know, it must have been the minnows er, the roses!
P'troff, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39094]
SUS my main man! (I caught that)--just send me your money. Did
Mose really go spewwwwey on stage that night, or was he just
gettin' wood? I did hear some wild rumors.
President Pud, , email@example.com, [Msgid=39095]
Moss's Minnows . . . for all those concerned, would be the
reason that he broke both his legs while visiting camp one
summer (circa 1980) . . and you know, with two broken legs he
really had to stay the summer and heal. I think Liz was a good
nurse, ay Moss? As for the rest of us that witnessed this
tragic accident, I can only remember laughing . . .and chasing
Rob Schiller, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39141]
The Mose story is true, with the exception of the Jr.
counselors (Sussman and Raskin) who claim to have been there. I
was not there, and am unsure which 17 year olds were in
attendance, however, Mose admitted to me how this "accident"
occurred. He was wearing shorts, and Mioka, rubbed up a little
to close to him. Needless to say, I didn't lay off the poor guy
for the rest of the summer.
Danny Plattner, 520-750-0464 DO,
Back where it all started...
Anyone remember the busettte outing one late night to the Kanto
Trout Ranch and the personal encounter with Bill Kanto? I would
be curious to hear from those who were in attendance. I can't
for the life of me remember who the driver was...
Frank Amore, , email@example.com, [Msgid=39204]
"Frank Amore...Frank Amore...."
Up north with Major Richard Bong
Where are all the Canadian canoe trip stories? Those have to be
some of the best memories (hazy ones) I have. Does anyone
remember the all night trip Peter took to Chicago to save the
trip in 1981? I also recall having to paddle a torn canoe about
six miles patched with Bit 0' Honey from Dorothy's.
Paul Rosenblum, , prosenb627@aol, [Msgid=39398]
After schooling in his hometown, Major Richard Ira "Dick" Bong
enlisted as a flying cadet at nearby Wausau, Wisc., May 29,
1941. He took flying training at Tulare and Gardner Fields,
Calif, receiving his wings and commission on Jan. 9, 1942. He
instructed other pilots at Luke until May, when he went to
Hamilton Field, Calif., for combat training in P-38s. Major
Bong is the top American ace of all wars with 40 enemy aircraft
destroyed in aerial combat. Graphix-Bong Cadet Peter "P'troff"
Kaufman was the top Tonee Ace launching over 5 Canadians with
unorthodox gear for Quetico combat. Cadet Kaufman was wounded
in 1979 by Director Faiwell, and was ultimately captured in
December of 1993. He is currently retired and living in
P'troff, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39408]
I'm a 5-time visitor to Sunday Lake. My fondest memories--in
1977, I was on the Fischer/Faiwell excursion and, upon our
departure from Sunday Lake, the campsite was left a complete
mess due to outdoor mind-expansion activities. We were all
standing around Faiwell in a semi-circle, when he proceeded to
punch the closest person standing next to him HARD in the
stomach (which unexpectedly turned out to be mine), knocking
the fricken air outta' me and I keeled. Funniest memory that
trip was coming across a very large bullfrog one night, tossing
it at Bobbo (GackGoon) Komisar. He beat me so silly that I
booted all over his sleeping bag. In 1980, I was fortunate
enough to take a contingent out with Maury Hecht (Maury was one
helluva cook and, to this day, credit him for my preference of
ordering food on the well-done side). Contrary to Joey's
belief, Faiwell chose me over Joe in accompanying Maury because
he knew that I was more qualified--NOT because I was more
indispensable for (10) days.
Pudrick, (800) NORTHERNS, email@example.com, [Msgid=39419]
Coupla Canadians Ya Hey
One of my Canadians was headed by the Herbe brothers, talk
about a couple of mountain men. I think they threw out the
toilet paper before we even left base camp at Roms. Much of the
trip was very reminiscent of scenes from the movie Deliverance
on the Cahulawassee River
Bosco, , YaHeyDer@aol.com, [Msgid=39458]
Harry hasn't had time to post any pictures of his Daughter
Molly because he's been too busy breast feeding. But finally,
here is the
It's been heard that Harry is in litigation with the O'Brien
Waterski Co. for not making infant size bindings.
Timber-Uncle, , diaperpoop.com, [Msgid=39461]
Boom Bay.. final chapter
Just to finalize the chapter my refernce started.. YES! This is
how the Mosiman thing happened. He was my Co-Counselor and
came... back to camp and awoke me to tell me the details. He
said, "I think she was more suprised than I was!".... Dave
Sussman... after all these years the image I have of you in my
mind is you standing at flagpole with your pants down at your
ankles... smiling proudly like you hadn't a care in the
Jeff Leiken, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39477]
Jim Beam Cobbler! Yummy. That was a Rosey and Steve Braun
creation we ate on Poacher Lake in Canada -- after sneaking
across the boarder for 3 days without a permit. On the way back
off this lake, the two canoes we had hidden off the side of the
portage, a 2 mile death hike of knee deep mud and skeeters,
were missing. Rosey and I canoed to the nearest ranger station
to ask about our canoes, which they had found and confiscated.
Rosey was fined (finearino!) and we towed them back to the
portage where everyone was stuck waiting. Braun was evidently
some camper who just showed up to take out Canadians. I think
Suss has a back full of sunburn blisters on this particular
Canadian. It made double packing a bitch.
David Raskin, , email@example.com, [Msgid=39479]
Hey all you Canadian wanabees (Pud and Boz include)! The
Faiwell era of Canadians had to be by far the best (am open for
arguments)! At any rate, out of the multitude of Canadian
classics that we shared beneath crimson lake sunsets,
negotiating windswept lake crossings and traversing portages
with or without blisters...infested with black flies and
mosquitoes the size of humming birds...where two Duluth packs,
one canoe (two paddles), two Coleman lanterns, two life
preservers, a gas tank, a hog-leg and a BLCA were
mandatory...we were the "Timberonians" who blazed the trails
for the rest of you Hodags! My personal favorite story was
being hooked through my nostril with a fishhook from the
casting hand of Johnny Meissner! a close second was watching
Gorchoff running from a brown bear (Yeah Boz, now we know)!
P'troff, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=39482]
Do Bears really......
Our counselors used to tell us many things about bears, and we
didn't always believe them.
Well, seeing is
Bosco, , YaHeyDer@aol.com, [Msgid=39497]
My Canadian memory is a bit of a painful one. Raskin alluded to
it above. The first day out, I was in Steve Braun's canoe (who
was that guy?). We probably paddled 8 hours that day. The
entire time, I was shirtless. Meadow, to this day, still tells
me that I had the worst burn he has ever seem. It was so bad
that I could not carry a pack on my back the entire trip. I'm
sure Raskin, Kanto & Leiken can tell you more as I couldn't
see the damage on my backside. It was brutal. I was physically
ill. By the way, Raskin, nice recall on the confiscated canoes!
That trip really was fun, except for the third degree burns on
David Susman (with one "s"!), , PudForVP2000, [Msgid=39564]
Susssman's recount of his Candian brings back a lot of
The things some guys would do to get out of hauling Duluth
packs, third degree burns, broken bones, fish hooks in
eyeballs, whatever. Just a bunch of wimps.
Bosco, , YaHeyDer@aol.com, [Msgid=39622]
I can't wait for this month to be over just because I'm sick of
looking at MARKS' TONGUE & ROB'S FAT BUTT every time this
Bosco, , YaHeyDer@aol.com, [Msgid=39623]
One of my best memories of camp is the Canadian trips. One
story I remember was when Faiwell and Scott Goodman were in the
same canoe and turned over and everything got wet, including
their cigarettes. There were three days left in the trip with
Faiwell/Goodman being without cigs and purchasing them from
campers at a dollar a cig. Peter-I got even for you on my
Canadian trip, I put a hook in Meissners shoulder. This summer
my daughter is going on an Outward Bound trip for two weeks to
the Boundary waters-how jealous am I.
Howard Segal, , HOWSEG@AOL, [Msgid=39650]
Susman's sunburned back was the grossest thing I'd ever seen.
The blisters were like a sheet of bubble wrap, the kind with
the big bubbles. I remember another gross thing, now that I
think about it. Ross spent a morning walking around one
campsite with a woody, explaining that, "Hey. It's
David Raskin, , BillRom@dalutpak.com, [Msgid=39696]
Pus From Sus
Susman's back was unreal. I too remember it as up there on the
nastiest things I've seen. As for a woody incident, I do not
recall. It is however interesting that something like that
occupies your thoughts, Rashtifarian. The two nights at Poacher
Ross, , ynot_be@proud_of_my_woody.com, [Msgid=40164]
Ross! Nice to see you've dropped onto the BOARD. I've got a
photo of you, me, Meadow, Sara, and Grinker at the Greyhound
stop somewhere north of Stevens Point after we threw an axel in
Meadow's car on the way back from the Dead at Alpine Valley. I
bet there are some crazy Dead show stories out there! Did a
police airplane really clock Meadow for speeding and relay that
info to a trooper, who pulled him over?
David Raskin, , email@example.com, [Msgid=40225]
Meadow at Alpine Valley
From the brain damage caused by balloons in the blazing heat of
'88, to the Noah's Ark rain and poker games of '89, Dead shows
at Alpine Valley will always hold a special place in my
heart... My favorite moment came after a particularly pleasing
concert as a bunch of us navigated the parking lot. Meadow,
clad in just shorts and a nice buzz, had come across a juicy
piece of watermelon...suddenly he threw it down and started
stomping on it. "Get away!" he screamed, "there are bugs all
over it!". We all looked, but couldn't see anything. "Right
there, those black things!" he insisted... He was pointing to
Gazzoo, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=40256]
Meadow, Rom, The Dead, Alpine...
Raskin, once again you bring up a great memory. However, as
usual, your facts are ass backwards. The Alpine '86 tour found
myself, Harry and Dean in the Salit "Choneymobile". Meadow,
Rollie, Rollie's little brother, and some "Ho-dag" were in
Rollie's convertible. We rolled into Madison at about 11am;
Bill Clark was supposed to be showered and ready to go. We
knocked on the door to his apartment, but there was no answer.
After 15 minutes of pounding, Rom appeared with his typical
expression, a grin which meant "great to see you guys, and who
are you guys?" After a few incoherant sentences, he was finally
able to explain to us that he was hung over. At that point, he
started frantically looking for his jeans from the previous
night. He finally found his jeans, after we pointed out they
were still on, and started digging through the pockets.
Needless to say, he was prepared for the shows. We stopped at a
gas station where he purchased, with my money, a fifth of Jack
(breakfast of champions). Harry and I were in the backseat, and
as we entered the highway, Rom began to boot. With his head out
the window, and that same grin on his face, he was in his
element. So what does this have to do with Meadow and Rollie
getting pulled over? It was the same classic trip, only Rollie
and Meadow were in the convertible drinking beer, and talking
to tony when, as Raskin accurately points out, a cop in a plane
spots the open beer, and radio's down to have them arrested.
Because they were supposed to be following us, it took us a few
minutes to figure out where they were. We didn't think it would
be a good idea to enter the East Troy police station with Rom,
so we dropped him off at a bar, and for the 4th time that
summer bailed Meadow and Rollie out of jail.
Danny Plattner, , its2am.com, [Msgid=40309]
Alpine in the old days
Nice to know you youngsters carried on the Alpine tradition
long after my ability to get up there!...The best memories I
have there were scoring a certain vegetable that was in demand
minutes before the show in the parking lot...chilling to Space
while staring at stars on the top of the hill, and dancing so
hard on that f***ing hill that the fronts of my toes had
blisters!....never will forget bringing MP down from his bad
trip...I told him to just go to the top of the hill, look at
the stars, and it would eventually all make sense....also
remember dancing at top of the hill and looking next to me and
seeing my brother's college roomate dancing right next to
me!....a major zip!
Jeff Mossler, , email@example.com, [Msgid=40517]
Where is Bosco?
With all this talk about Alpine, the stars, da Dead, and
falling over fungi...you would think that the grand poobah of
Grateful Dead paraphernalia, the Wavy Gravy of lyrics, the
Tennesse Jed of a tye-dye afterworld (Brian P. Schlossberg)
would have surfaced by now...reclaiming what is rightfully
his...Thus snatching the "dew" away from the Timber youngsters
that are zig-zaging behind the wayward antics of Cap'n Tripped,
aka Daniel Plattner!
P'troff, , firstname.lastname@example.org, [Msgid=40745]
Forced To Respond
I just want to say that I am now as useful to the Dead at
Alpine scene as Ronald Reagan is to politics...I can't remember
I have not 'snatched any Dew' away from any Timber
youngsters....the Dew is rightfully theirs, the baton was
passed a long time ago. Danny is completely responsible for his
own wayward antics....God knows we'll never forget some of
As far as the stars, they are not quite as vivid down here as
they are in northern Wisconsin and not even close to a Canadian
sky....but I can still locate a major constellation faster than
anybody! You also mentioned my fungi experiences, to which I
respond: "No comment, go ask Joey"
Although I've slowed down a bit in my old age, I did manage to
see 8 shows in the last 7 nights (including Merle Saunders,
Fathead, Tony Furtado Band, Col Bruce Hampton & The Code
Talkers, and Crazy Fingers). Tonight I saw David Gans in
Sunrise, then drove to Pompano Beach were he jammed with Crazy
Fingers, which is our regular Thursday gig. Got to hang out
with him afterwards, ... a very cool dude indeed.
I did manage to capture all these shows (and more) on Digital
Hi-8 video. I will try and make them available through my
Anyway, I do remember Pete making a few rare appearances at
Dead shows and at a JGB show with 'Reese'...Maury Hecht...you
out there? Then there was the time at Alpine when I returned to
a rain-soaked tent and sleeping bag and stood outside of JP's
tent in the rain for 20 minutes, trying to wake him for his car
keys so I could dry off and warm up. Then there was the dreaded
dustbowl which covered EVERYTHING. Then there was this guy who
was completely naked, who ran up the hill and collapsed right
in front of my girlfriend and had some sort of seizure. One
night long after a show, Harry Stern said he had just spotted
Tom 'Trouthouse' Easthouse....we walked for miles and never
found the dude. Tom where are you? And also the night we could
not find our cars because we were on the wrong side of the
hill. The show ended before midnight and we found the cars
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