Radio Geo’s Media Blog (Reg & Geo’s Bucket List Adventure Recap) 7/07/22

DAY #1

Last June, my brother Reg and I decided to take a train trip across Canada.
We planned to hook up in Toronto at the Royal York Hotel in the afternoon and have a few toddies with friends.

However, when I got to the ticket counter at PBI with my vaccination card and passport, I was told I also needed a Can Card. a WHAT!

By the time it got straightened out, I’d missed my flight, so they booked me on another through Philly, where thankfully, they felt my pain and treated me well. (See above)
However, when I hit the Royal York at 1:30 in the morning, Bruce from India, at the front desk, never heard of me, so I had to wake Reg up to come and get me.

DAY #2

We were up bright and early the next day and headed across the street to the first-class lounge at Union Station. (shown above)
Once aboard “The Canadian,” we found our compartment and then went for breakfast in the dining car.

After breakfast, we headed for the dome car and watched Ontario and its many lakes slip by. (shown on top)
Unfortunately, after you see a few lakes, you’ve seen ’em all, so other than our stop in Sudbury, where I used to be the PD of CKSO, it was pretty dull, prompting Reg to ask me if they had a movie car.

Fortunately, things got a little better when we found the Bullet Bar & Lounge way in the back and discovered that most of the onboard staff was from St. Boniface. (Bullet bar shown above)
To work for VIA, you have to be bi-lingual, so they recruit people from St. Boniface because, unlike their counterparts in Quebec, they don’t have accents.

DAY #3

The next evening when we were finally done with Ontario’s never-ending lakes, we pulled into Winnipeg.
Reg and I both had bands there and worked in radio, albeit years apart. (Pulling into Winnipeg shown above)We spent the next three days with the help of Fran, the super server, greeting friends and family at the magnificent Fort Garry Hotel. (shown
above)

DAY #4

The meet and greets started the following morning when some of the legendary Transcona Nationals, Jim Quail, Syd Hepworth, David Low, and Hugh Coburn, dropped by for breakfast. (Shown above)The festivities continued later that evening when a couple of my bandmates from the Jury, Bruce Walker and Terry Kenny, showed up along with a couple of Reg’s guys from the Mystics, Harry Crowder and Larry Martineau, who stopped by for a few adult beverages. (Shown above)

DAY #5

The day began with a massage and then greeting some family, including my brother-in-law Ronnie Boychuk and his daughter Jackie, cousin Donna, and some radio folks, Buster Beau Dean, Heidi Bock, and Tom Milroy. (Shown above)
Hey, even Lindsay Boychuks parents, Ron and Rhonda, showed up for a glass of wine; how cool was that? (Shown below)

DAY #6

Because we were boarding the train again that night, the day was reserved for roaming around Transcona.
We picked up Reg’s buddy, Jack, we headed for our old stomping grounds. When we drove by our original home, it brought back a few memories, but nothing like the ones that showed up when we stopped in front of our house where Reg and I spent most of our time growing up and where The Jury was born. (Shown above)

Speaking of the Jury, color me shocked when we went into the Royal George, and while walking around checking out all the memorabilia hanging on the walls, I spotted two of the Jury Records. (Shown below)

Later that night, once again, we boarded “The Canadian” and immediately bedded down as we began the long trek across the prairies on our way to the magnificent Rockies. 

DAY #7

When we awoke the following day, we were greeted by a beautiful sunrise that only the big sky in the prairies can produce. (See below)Before long, we stopped in a place where I could see Saskatoon. This is the place I became a program director for the first time at CKOM. (Saskatoon in the distance below)

After breakfast in the dining car, we headed for the Bullet Bar & Lounge to watch the prairies slowly slip by until it was time to bed down. (Both are shown below)

DAY #8

When we woke up the next morning, we found ourselves in Jasper, Alberta, the gateway to the Rockies.
And as the day continued, so did the incredible scenery. (see below)

DAY #9

We woke up the following day just as our train was pulling into Vancouver (See below), and because it was too early to check into our hotel, we drank coffee for a couple of hours at an outdoor cafe.
The weather was just great, and I was looking forward to hooking up with some friends that night.

Later that afternoon, Marc LaFrance, drummer and backup singer for Randy Bachman’s band, joined Reg and me at the hotel bar, where we caught up on who we all knew in the early Winnipeg bands. (Marc is pictured below)After Marc left, Canadian radio legends Doc Harris and Stirling Faux joined us for a few toddies and a lot of old radio stories. (Doc and Stirling are shown below with Reg and me.)Before too long, we were joined by Willy Parasiuk, who now resides in Vancouver but has the distinction of being Transcona’s only Rhodes Scholar. (Willy is shown below with me)

DAY #10,11,12, and 13

Time to head back to America, where we would visit with a couple of our friends in San Jose, the Hilliards, and the Smiths.
I was staying with the Hilliards and Reg with the Smiths, and after having dinner when we first arrived and lunch the next day, Reg and I went our separate ways.

Reg flew back to Boston, and I stayed behind and caught two movies with Jim and Barb, Top Gun and Elvis, which were superb. (Me and Jim pictured below)

DAY 14, 15, & 16.

Time to climb back on the train again and head to Camarillo, California, where my friends Bob and Jan live.
Unfortunately, Bob, who cooks too well, does so while pouring me huge Martinis as Jan also keeps my glass full of expensive wine.

The result of all this is not only am I going to gain weight, but I’m gonna have to check into rehab when I get home. (Me with Bob, Jan, and their good friend, Big Ray, below)

DAY #17

Once again, I was back on the train, but instead of getting off in Burbank to visit with my Grandson Nathaniel, I go to LAX instead and check into the Hilton. (His Mother had come down with a mild case of Covid)

DAY #18

Time to board American Airlines and return to West Palm with another adventure scratched off my bucket list.
The best part of this adventure, though, was getting to do it with my brother. Love ya, Bro!

Geo’s Media Blog is a politically incorrect inside look at Radio, TV, Music, Movies, Books, and Life, written primarily with men in mind.
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Geo’s Media Blog (Do You See What I See?) 8/08/22


Now that my old friend Mark Hubbard and I are putting a trip together so not only can Nathaniel visit Notre Dame but we can also attend a football game.
I’ve been a big fan of the Fighting Irish for most of my life but have never been lucky enough to see them play in person.

Just thinking about our visit started me thinking about all the great coaches who’ve won championships at Notre Dame over the years.
I’m talking about legends like Knute Rockne, Frank Leahy, Ara Parseghian, and Lou Holtz.

Lou Holtz, who coached the Fighting Irish for 11 years, and whom I related to the most because he was from my era, had a ritual that he did every year with the incoming freshmen.
At the end of the first practice after clearing the locker room of everyone but the Freshman, he would climb up on one of the treatment tables.

Once up there he would ask for their attention and then say, “Gentlemen, I believe that every season should begin with a dream, and my dream is to win the National Championship.”
“However,” he went on to say, “My dream can’t become a reality until it becomes your dream too.”

“National Champions, can you imagine it? Wouldn’t that be something?”
He then told them to close their eyes, but instead of leading them in prayer, he said, “I want you to visualize something.”

“Can you imagine you and your teammates up on a makeshift platform near the edge of the field where you just won the National Championship,” he asked?
“Can you see all confetti swirling down around you as hundreds of flashbulbs go off like strobe lights when they present us with the National Championship trophy?”

“That trophy,” Lou said, “Is given to the best college football team in the nation, which means that you too are the very best.”
“Ok, now, with your eyes still closed, can you also see the 100,000 people still cheering for you?”

I guarantee you this; he went on with, “You’ll never forget that moment for the rest of your life.”
“Can you even imagine the millions of people watching you on TV? “Hey, and have you spotted your folks in the crowd yet? How proud do you think they are, huh?”

“Wait a minute, listen to that; they’re playing our fight song, and it never sounded so sweet.”
Do you have any idea what that moment will mean? I do; it’s the moment you become immortal!”

After letting it all sink in for a moment or two before saying, “Do you see what I see?”
“If you can,” he went on with, “Then I promise that if you’ll give me everything you’ve got, we can turn the dream into reality.”

Then Lou Looked at them all for a moment and then said, “Luckily for you, I have the plan right here,” and with that, he raised the Notre Dame playbook high into the air.
(Lou Holtz is pictured on top with Mark and I just below)

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

Speaking of legends, an incredible moment makes no sense if you don’t have Vin Scully there to describe it. RIP Mr. Scully.

When the things you wanna say are too politically incorrect to say out loud, “Sing ’em!”

How does the media show up at crime scenes almost before the cops?

You’re never too old to dream a new dream.

Marketing and promotion are not the same things, but they are responsible for 25% of your ratings.

One of the neater things about being a Dee-Jay is that you get to meet famous people all the time.

Back in the day, the big difference between the CRTC (Canada) and the FCC (USA) was that the FCC realized that you had to make money, but the CRTC didn’t care.

A man can be strong about everything except the death of his child.

In uncertain times Gold is always certain.

At what age do you develop shame? 

Why do Whiskey and Wine go down so smoothly and water doesn’t?

Tolerance sanctions incompetence and misuse. Familiarity breeds contempt. 

Very few people are born special, but anyone can become special if they really want to.

Unfortunately, most folks, including the children, take one side or another during a divorce, but the truth is, the fault lies with both.

I think men may be more intelligent than women. Women think that they can get it done without a man; we already know that we can’t get it done without a woman.

Wow, I guess Will Smith sure disappeared, huh, which proves once again that ten atta boys are always wiped out by one, “Oh shit!”

The more courage you can conger up, the bigger and more exciting your life will become.

Does anybody doubt that it’s not going to go well for the Democrats in the mid-terms? Hey, somebody has to pay for what’s going on, and I always love when it’s the politicians.

After a year of working for Jim Hilliard as his National PD, Jim called me into his office and said, “Johns, I love your passion and intensity, but sometimes you put me in a tight spot.”
He then said, “However, I don’t want you to want to back off, so I’m installing a 24-hour rule. This rule means that if we have a blow-up, I can’t fire you, nor can you quit for 24 hours.
All seemed well until he called me back in and said, “Johns, I need to change that to a 48-hour rule.”

Hey Now! The Winnipeg Blue Bombers have just gone 9-0 on the season. Go Big Blue!

COMMENTS

Winnipeg Wendy: Geez, George, Interesting that you know Willy and Wilma Parasiuk!! Wonderful people! I met Willie when I worked for the Provincial Government and then when Doug and I worked for the NDP here in Winnipeg. We worked for Willy’s campaign eons ago. You must say hi to them for me!! (Ridin’ The Rails Again.)
Geo: I went to high school with Willy and Wilma in Transcona at TCI, Wendy.

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Geo’s Media Blog (“Daddy’s Day”) 6/20/22

After receiving an early couple of new shirts and pants because I’m on a train somewhere in Canada with my brother Reg and won’t be home for Father’s Day, I couldn’t help but think back about my life so far with Camera Anne Johns Summerfield.

One of my favorite moments occurred when Cami was just a baby and it was my turn to pick her up from the Nanny’s.
After carefully strapping her into the back seat and then driving off, suddenly I heard, “Da Da.”

“Oh wow,” I thought, “How cool is that?” But after she said it a couple more times, I thought, “Oh shit, her Mother is going to think that I’ve been coaching her.”
So the next time she said “Da Da,” I started chanting, “Mama, Mama, Mama,” and each time I did, she chanted back, “Da Da, Da Da, Da Da”

Even though I loved the “Da Da” name, it was soon eclipsed by my all-time favorite, “Daddy.”
I think I like the “Daddy” because Cami’s Grandmother once said to me, “George, any man can be a father, but it takes a helluva man to be a “Daddy.”

Unfortunately, all things must pass so “Daddy” soon morphed to “Dad” and then all the way to my least favorite, “Dude.”
I also noticed that somewhere between “Daddy” and “Dad,” little girls turn into women, and even though this has happened to me once before, it still came as a shock.

They go from a precious giggly little creature who hugs you all the time to a little drama and the occasional shoulder hug.
Thankfully, the “Dude” part didn’t last long, and we were soon back to “Dad” and “Daddy” again.

I began to notice that the “Daddy” word seemed to show up the most around Christmas, Easter, and her Birthday though.
And, of course, it was always used when she needed me to pick her up because her Mother grounded her or when she needed me to drive her and her friends to the Mall.

However, before any Mall run, I was always instructed, “Daddy, please don’t embarrass me by talking, just drive us, ok?
Oh, and I’d also hear it again when she needed her hair done,e or her phone wasn’t working.

I now realize that I didn’t need to hear “Daddy” any more than I already did because I couldn’t afford it.
(“Da Da” on top, next down, “Daddy,” then “Dad,” followed by “Dude.”

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

I must be a romantic because I fell in love six times, but I was only excited about marrying one of them.

While watching some old Tom Cruise Mission Impossible movies I began to realize that they were successful because Tom was smart enough to have some great actors like Anthony Hopkins and John Voigt in them with him.

Courage needs to be constantly exercised.

The question may answer more questions than the answer does.

Good enough is the sworn enemy of great.

I think the oil companies are going to keep raising prices until we all promise not to vote for a Democrat in the mid-terms.

Hockey players are the only athletes in the world who pretend that they’re not hurt.

What politician would you trust to babysit your grandbabies?

If 65% of the rich didnt inherit their wealth I rather doubt that they’d be running anything.

I once read that Einstein married his cousin because she had big tits. How wise was that?

Most listeners don’t want their favorite radio station to get any better.

Has anybody thought that maybe we shouldn’t export our oil?

Please tell me that Biden didn’t say on the Jimmy Kimmel show that he won’t execute an executive order putting harsher gun laws into effect because it’s too much like Trump would do?

Speaking of Trump, I think the main difference between him and Biden is that he just said some stupid things but unfortunately, Biden may actually be stupid.

I don’t believe you can teach ambition.

I’m beginning to realize that my daughter Cami is not a “sportswear chick” because when she worked at Express she brought home new clothes at least a couple of times a week. However, now that she’s the Assistant Manager of a sportswear shop, so far, nothing.

When you don’t care who wins because it changes their lives more than ours, it’s pretty easy to figure out what politician or even what party is going to win.

Exceptional people aren’t usually happy. Weird huh?

If you keep your word, most people will keep theirs.

I can’t believe that Biden actually said to Jimmy Kimmel, “I don’t want to issue an executive order about gun control because it would be too Trump-like. Are you shitting me?

I hate the part where when you get older, time passes so quickly. When I was but a lad, I went from a board op in Winnipeg to the station manager of a radio station in Canada’s largest market in four years. At the time it seemed to take forever.

Shouldn’t the new comics on Bill Burr’s Comedy Special open for him, not the other way around?

I believe that Charlie Crist who is running for Governor of Florida could be the poster child for what politicians will do to get elected. First, he was a Republican, then an Independent, and now a Democrat. Wow!

Brent Farris of KZST claims that the reason we were put to bed at nine is because our parents were training us for becoming a grand parent.

Doesn’t “having the home-field advantage” only mean that the refs cut the home team a lot of slack?

I keep hearing that old white rich people are the problem in America but do people really think that rich black men, Hispanics, or rich women young or old, act any differently?

COMMENTS

Terry Kenny: Hey George, what day would you prefer us in Winnipeg to come and visit during your visit? (Excellent Adventure)
Geo: I’d love to see you every night, Terry but I’ll check with my brother who has a lot of band guys from his era coming too. He may have some ideas.

Ron Below: To answer your headline question- War, What The Hell Is It Good For?… Absolutely nothing! (War)
Geo: Uh-huh, uh-huh!

RJC: The proprietors of the Belleza Street Bar and Grill are looking forward to your arrival. We’ll send a car to the Amtrack station to pick you up.
Cakes asks, “Do you want the burgundy sheets or the striped on your bed in the guest room?”
Geo: I’m thinkin’ Burgandy, Bobby, and I can hardly wait to see you both.

Warren Cosford: Great Trip guys. I might still do something like that. Considering some people are living on Cruise Ships, do you think I could live on Trains? (Reg&Geo)
Geo: I don’t know about you, Warren, but I sure could. Ron Chapman had a condo on the ship called The World, which sailed around the world every year. After two years, he said to his wife Nance, “Can you get me off this fucking Merry Go Round?”

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For a sneak peek at some upcoming Blogs, or to see some that you may have missed, go to Geo’s Media Blog @ GeorgeJohns.com. On Twitter @GeoOfTheRadio. Sharing and commenting is not only encouraged; it’s appreciated.

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Geo’s Media Blog (The Big Apple) Part 2 under construction

Are You Ready For Some Football?

As I mentioned in The Big Apple, part 1, Gary and I were in New York to watch our hero Bret Farve play a little football.
However, having been out the night before having way too much fun we weren’t at all that ready but we did achieve our goal of being hungover for the game.

After gulping down a little breakfast, with our very expensive stub hub tickets in our hand, we headed out into the chilly November morning to hail a cab.
When we finally flagged one down and asked the cabby to take us to Giants Stadium, (the Jets use the same facility as the Giants) he told us in broken English that he had no idea where that was.  

So with the clock ticking, we jump out of that cab and into another only to hear that he also doesn’t know where it is, but at least he got on his radio and found out.
Wow, who could have guessed that anyone living in New York wouldn’t know where Brett was playing today?

When we get on the freeway there is absolutely no traffic so I’m sure that we must be going the wrong way until after coming over a hill, there it is, Giants Stadium.
Once we arrived, we had to really hustle to find our seats in time for the kick-off.

Our seats were perfect, not only were they in the warm sun but they were on the Jets’ side of the field.
We were surrounded by raucous Jet fans, who as they kicked off the ball never stopped being rowdy. Cool!

Our boy Bret had us a nice 34 -0 lead at the end of the first quarter so of course, we did some leaping high fives with our new best friends.
Bret went on to win 50  to something, so Gary and I were very happy but now, how the hell do we get back to our hotel?

As we leave the stadium we asked one of the people who worked there if he knew where the cab stand was?
He pointed to a place that is about half a mile away so as the sun started to go down along with the temperature, off we trudged.

When we eventually got there, we only found one beat-up old cab, and when we asked the cabby, “How much to downtown Manhatten,” he said, “A hundred and twenty-five plus tolls,” so we passed.
Wow, no wonder these guys were wiped out by Uber.

Looking around we noticed a bunch of folks lining up for buses so we hustled over to ask if there were any busses to Manhattan?
The good news was yes, but the bad news was that the bus stop was on the other side of the stadium which of course was another half-mile walk away.

We rushed over there as fast as we could hopin’ and a prayin’ that we hadn’t missed it.
Not to worry though because as we came around the corner there was still a long line of folks waiting. Whew!

Unfortunately, though, we soon discovered that the line continued not only around the next corner, it went around several other corners.
Two hours later we were finally on the bus headed back to Manhattan but we had no idea where the bus ride would end.

Luckily the bus terminal  was right near Times Square and as we left I noticed a big ol’ statue of Ralph Kramden from the old TV series, “The Honeymooners” and I couldn’t help but yell, “And away we go!”
As Gary and I made our way back to our hotel couldn’t believe how many people were still in the streets, it was shoulder to shoulder and it was Sunday night, what an unbelievable city.

What a wonderful experience. Gary and I both agreed that It all turned out to be much better than we’d expected.
The next morning after saying our goodbyes at JFK and I was winging my way back to West Palm Beach, it suddenly hit me, two radio guys in the Big Apple for three days and we never turned the radio on once. Wow, was it us or New York Radio?
Miss ya, Gar!

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

Being smart is not only a skill it’s also a choice.

I can only wonder what Suzette McClure who murdered my good friend Charlie Minor is doing now and where she is?

I’ve been in love six times but was only excited about marrying one of them.

While watching some old Tom Cruise Mission Impossible movies, I realized that they were very successful because Tom was smart enough to have great actors in them like Anothony Hopkins and John Voigt.

Courage needs to be constantly exercised.

The question may be more important than the answer.

Good enough is the enemy of great.

I think the oil companies are going to keep raising prices until we all promise not to vote for a Democrat in the mid-terms.

Hockey players are the only athletes in the world who pretend that they’re not hurt.

What politician would you trust to babysit your grandbabies?

At what age do you develop shame?

Why do Whiskey and wine go down much easier than water?

Tolerance sanctions misuse and incompetence. 

Familiarity breeds contempt.”

If the 65% of the rich didnt inherit their wealth, I rather doubt they’d be running anything.

I once read that Einstein married his cousin because she had big tits. How wise was that?

Most listeners don’t want their favorite radio station to get any better.

Has anybody thought that maybe we shouldn’t export our oil?

Do you REMEMBER what the initials CD, ASAP, DVD, BYOB, FOMO, FYI, LASER, P.S, PIN, RADAR, RIP, SCUBA, SMART, SNAFU, SONAR, SOS, VIN, WD-40, ZIP, CAPTCHA, CD-ROM, JPEG, RAM, URL, AWOL, FLOTUS, NATO, SWAT, AIDS, AT&T, stand for?

I wonder when Biden is going to stop blaming Trump for everything and start fixing things?

Most great men aren’t good men because they’re too busy being great to be good.

COMMENTS

Terry Kenny: Hey George, what day would you prefer us in Winnipeg to come and visit during your visit? (Excellent Adventure)
Geo: I’d love to see you every night we’re in town, Terry but I’ll check with my brother who has a lot of band guys from his era coming too.

Ron Below: To answer your headline question- War, What The Hell Is It Good For?… Absolutely nothing! (War)
Geo: Uh-huh, uh-huh!

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Geo’s Media Blog (The Big Apple) Part One under construction.

The other day I was thinking about my good friend who sadly passed away in 2016.
We had some great times together and but two of them stand out. His induction into the Canadian Radio Hall of Fame and our weekend together in the Big Apple.

We were both huge fans of Brett Farve who was playing with the Jets at the time so we picked out a game we thought they could win and booked a hotel
Anyway, after arriving in New York around the same time on Friday evening, and after checking into our hotel which was right on Times Square. Then we had a quick late-night supper at a Deli and it was off to bed.

Come Saturday morning we were up bright and early and off to Central Park for a little run.
It was a brisk cool morning just like you would expect in New York in early November but the iridescent brightness of the different colored leaves on the trees made our run breathtaking in more ways than one.

After showering we met downstairs for some breakfast and then we were off to explore Times Square.
While strolling by all the Broadway theatres we almost did the unmanly thing of buying a couple of tickets for a Broadway musical but the $350 dollars price tag to see “Jersy Boys,” kept our manhood intact.

After lunching at another incredible Deli we headed back to our hotel to clean up for what we hoped would be a fun night.
Little did we know that it would turn into an adventure that we’d never forget.
 Once we were all spiffed up and ready to rock it was time to check in with the hotel’s concierge and get him to recommend some decent restaurants and maybe a fun blues club or two.
He told us that there were a bunch of good places to eat on “restaurant row” which was within walking distance, and a couple of blues clubs that were only a short cab ride away so we were all set.

As we were about to leave he said, “Hey and you guys might want to check out a bar that’s across the street from all the restaurants called, Don’t Tell Your Mama.”
Once we got to “Restaurant row” we checked out all the menus hanging on the windows and finally decided on Italian which turned out to be a superb choice.

As we were leaving the restaurant I noticed that the bar the concierge told us to check out, “Don’t Tell Your Mama” was right across the street so even though it was still early, we decided to pop in for a “quick one.”
Little did I know that we’d end up closing the joint.

When we walked into the place it was dimly lit and surprisingly, full of women.
When we found a couple of stools at the bar we ordered up a couple of house reds and as we looked around we noticed that even though the women didn’t look like they played for the other team, the only guys in the place were a couple of sailors and us.

Wow, not a bad find for a couple of single guys who just flew in for a night on the town. Hey, I’m thinkin’ maybe we should have another glass or two before we head out to a blues club. No sense rushing out into that chilly New York night.

The entertainment was a guy who played piano and sang some Broadway tunes along with some Elton John and Billy Joel.
As we sat there listening to the music while checking out the excellent view the patrons were providing all of a sudden a server reached over me and grabbed a microphone and started singing harmony.

After several other servers did the same, we finally figured out that all the hired help were really Broadway talent in between gigs.
There were microphones everywhere so they all sang background parts as they walked around serving food and drinks.

“Hey Gary,” I said. maybe we should hang in here for a while, this is getting good.
Then it started getting even better after I returned from the restroom and discovered a woman sitting on my stool chatting Gary up.

What a great night and what a great place, just me, Gary, a couple of Sailors, and a ton of women buying us drinks.
Hell, even the sailors sang a couple of tunes as all the ladies yelled, “Take it off, take it off.”

Oh what a night was the tune pounding in my head as we were invited to join some ladies at their table.
I don’t remember much after that but when I woke up late the next morning with my head pounding and asked Gary what the hell happened he said, “Well we were having a wonderful time until the ladies started buying us Tequila Shots and had their hands all over us.”

Then, Gary said, after the ladies invited us back to their place and I asked you what you wanted to do, you stood up and said, “I think I wanna leave!”
And leave we did and as we wobbled our way back to the hotel, Gary told me that it was 3:00 am.

I’m not sure that leaving was a good decision, but deep down I know it was a wise one.

GEO’S LIFE-LINERS

It takes a hell of a woman to distract a man from his destiny and I think I may be ready to be distracted.

Speaking of strong women, Cami’s Grandma once said to me, “Any man can be a father but it takes a hell of a man to be a Daddy.”

Success is not measured by how much drama it took to get there.

It’s not your parents, your teacher, or your mentor, it’s you.

Is Johnny Depp really the first man ever to win an argument with a woman?

According to Hollywood, soon, all the presidents will be females, and all the armed forces commanders plus the judges will be black. Good fucking luck.

Regrets, yeh I have a few; I wish I hadn’t divorced my wife, had a better relationship with my son Curt and hadn’t gone 10 years without talking to my brother. Other than that, I’m rockin’ man!

Everybody looks at their situation from their side of the table but it’s those who see both sides who own the table.

COMMENTS

Eugene Ferraro: George, ball of confusion, Phil isn’t a family member of Bill and his brothers…I don’t want to cause any discord between Bill and yourself.
Geo: Not a problem, Eugene.

Barry O’Brien:2 white women and 28 white guys. Boy, have times changed! (Fairbanks Management Conferences)
Geo: They sure have, Barry along with ratings and billing.

Cat Simon: Your Blessed George. Enjoy! (Reg&Geo’s Most excellent Adventure)
Geo: True Dat Cat!

Jim Hilliard: “Time is not for sale.”
Please explain your reasoning Uncle Geo’? Energy, Matter, and Time are all that are for sale. Eggs-sell-ant as usual! (War)
Unc Geo: You can’t buy any extra time from Father Time, Little Jim. Tick Tock, Tick Tok.
Jim Hilliard Jr.: Ahhhh, now grasshopper understands…
Unc Geo: Knew ya would! 🙂

George Ferko: Your post is loaded with factual errors. Big ones too (War)
Geo: Probably a lot of my blogs are like that George because it’s the way I see things, kinda like how all the TV newscasters do it.

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