It was twenty-five years today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play

Great photos…

-- As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. (Proverbs 27:17) †

Are you sure that dude isn’t Charlie Manson Dougie? Pre or post Sharon Tate murders?

-- Mike. mwurm13@yahoo.com

‘Cool’ is not a word I use very often Douglas, but it certainly applies here..

Stewart

-- Res severa verum gaudium - True pleasure is a serious business. http://www.folksy.com/shops/TreeGems

I REALLY think your hair-do is serendipity!!! Way cool, man. Reminds me of the days when my bunch was removing pony tails with our pocket knives. And…...then we found out that half of them hippies were girls!! My, my did that change our perspective….!!!!!

-- Thos. Angle

I hope you guys had yound fun like I did at that age. LOL Alistair

-- excuse my typing as I have a form of parkinsons disease

Them was the days, my friend!

-- Charlie M. "Woodworking - patience = firewood"

Hey Great Pics. I just joined Facebook and found an old friend from high school also. That,s so much fun!
How do I get LJ’s on it? I know I have seen it here before , but I can’t seem to find it now.
Anyone?
PEACE!!!

-- Allison, Northeastern Ca. Remember, Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic!

…we thought they’d never end, those were the days.
Oh, yes those were the days.

Sniffle.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

Dougie, you’re making me feel old.

-- DocK, WV

Were you guys singing “American Pie” in that bottom picture?

-- David, South Windsor, CT "I love the smell of sawdust in the morning"

Brad – We were probably singing some Loggins & Messina, Neil Young, Buffalo Springfield, CSN or an original composition, although we did cover McLean’s song “Vincent”. There was a third guy, Gary Litvin; so a lot of what we did was three part harmony with one guitar stringed with nylon and one with steel strings. Mostly we sung in the dorm stairwell, but we did have two paying gigs at bar mitzvahs in Chicago. We drove back from one of those events in five hours (about 570 miles) in Gary’s souped up Gran Torino – God help us.

Doc, we are chronologically old. But we are young at heart. Brad’s Facebook quote says it all…”I was so much older than I’m younger than that now.”

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

Douglas. You look better today.

-- What happens in the workshop stays in the workshop. No wait that doesn't sound right. Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com †

Sorry about the Charlie Manson crack Douglas, but heh. I remember those days in the dorms before the draft. My buddies were down at Western Michigan. I’d go down on weekends to party down.

-- Mike. mwurm13@yahoo.com

I was 1H in Dec. 1973 when I turned eighteen. They weren’t sending guys over at that time.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

Wow, blast from the past. Thanks for the memories. I was in the last year of the draft. Pulled #273. My kids have a whole different perspective of the word lottery.

Steve

-- Stevethepeeve -- I'm no rocket surgeon

Steve I was 214. Funny (or not, really) how that sticks with you. No disrespect for Gen. Hershey and the SSS, but I like today’s lottery ever so much better.

Karson, my wife is in agreement. She said I had a haunted look. Now I just look fat and sassy ;^D.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

Nixon ended the draft two months before I turned 18, I don’t remember if I was given a number.

My hair was longer than yours and blond and guys would catch up to me on the freeway and laugh when they saw I wasn’t a girl. Why did we grow our hair long?

-- Ron Central, CA

Oh man, lottery numbers. What a memory. I don’t remember my exact number, but it was in the 200s and I sighed in relief. I think I was studying Canadian at the time and I have never been good at foreign languages.

Thanks for the quick trip back in time Doug.

-- When you give someone a chance it may well be their last.

This stuff bring back a lot of memories.
Most were good!

Bob

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

Russel . . . your Canadian is pretty good. I understand you most times. :-)

-- The significant problems we face cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them

eh?

-- When you give someone a chance it may well be their last.

Ron, to quote my Father, who at the time was finishing up 41 years in either the U.S. Army or the Kansas National Guard : “Haven’t you said about all you can say with that #$%^&@ hair?”

I don’t think either of my parents were aware that my ninth grade confirmation trip (United Church of Christ) in 1969 was largely a trip to Canada to meet draft evaders and resistors, French language separatists and to showcase race relations and urban poverty (Detroit was still a burned out shell in the neighborhood we stayed in after the riots spawned by MLK’s assassination, the Pastor kept a shotgun in his office).

Every time I hear the lines from Paul Simon’s Me and Julio Down By The Schoolyard:

In a couple of days they come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek…
I think of Reverend Bob Saunders the erstwhile Youth Minister of Central Congregational Church in Topeka; and what it must have taken to convince the powers-that-be to allow a trip to visit the dangerous crazies and day-glo radicals in Toronto, Montreal, Ottawa and Quebec City. One thing is for sure, those UCC folks put their convictions on the line every time, whether they fly in the face of convention or not.

Rev. Bob, wherever you are; Thanks!
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree. I’m proud to be of the loyal opposition.
I never did, nor will I ever dis those have served our country in uniform, but we should keep our eyes on the politicians of whatever stripe, and keep them honest.

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.

That was some career change Douglas. Great story.

-- Grumpy - "Always look on the bright side of life"- Monty Python

you are much taller now and your hair is a bit conservative but I still see that mystery folk singe of yore.
The only leather I wear now is slippers.

BOB

-- A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner

ROTFL. Yeah Bob, I grew legs around my 20th birthday, rather like a polliwog. Probably should have named the band Donovan, Dorf & Litvin.
Now the Missus tells me when to cut my hair, or it would likely be down to where the legs grew out. I’d probably get it wrapped around the spindle of the DP. One more reason to be gratefully married. I am not at liberty to discuss any items of leather clothing I might or might not own or wear (looking sideways for vice cops or PETA members).

-- "Bordnerizing" perfectly good lumber for over a decade.