Those were the days.....

There was a hillbilly bar on Armitage ave west of Pulaski (that after a night of celebrating my oldest sons birth), my buddy Jim Boyle and I ended up for a last drink. 1972

Jim just got back from Nam and wanted to drink with the Hill billies.
Jim is 6'04 and was 190lbs.

We drove his 72 caddy and walked in to see all these Motorcycle gang jackets on.

Of course I said forgetaboutit, lets go somewhere else. He said Nah, It'll be ok.

About a hundred folks in the bar and the place was difficult to walk through.Jim smiling, saying hi to everyone and laughing. Just having a good time.

He came behind a little filly with long smooth dark brown hair and said Excuse me honey,
Honey turned around and with his big mustache said "Who the ______ you talking to"

Jim picked up mustache and tossed him like at a midget toss. All the bar came to attention and swarmed toward us with bottles and chairs in hand.

He was ready but I took out a friend. My friend was a Browning semi-auto with 15 extra friends with it.

It was chrome plated and I knew they would see it. I waved it like a mad man and told Jim lets get out of here. Being recently from Nam, he said lets take them on.

I asked him for his keys, which he gave me, and then tugged him out of the bar with the gun moving from side to side.

I ran to the car and pulled it out into the street. He walked over slowly to the car exchanging pleasantries with the patrons.

As we drove away, his Blue 72 Caddy was suddenly covered in foam from all the beer bottles they threw at us. He wanted to stop, But I was driving. haha

Yes, those were the days.

Oh, I have stories like that for each of the births of my other 3 kids and his 2.

Wow, Life was good.

Life is great.