Time Travel

1967 This is the estimated date of this photo I palmed off of my friends nearly 35 years ago. I was visiting the Roscoe family and looking through some photos with the fellow brothers of Roscoe (Joe and John) and discovered this gem of a portrait. I palmed it when I realized that John was not to proud of the picture and wanted to tear it up. When he could not find it he lost interest. Hopefully he will never learn of this post or his interest will peak with this resurfacing, precipitating the begining of my last post...John aka Big John is a vengeful John who might smite me if he catch’s me posting photos of his proudest catch. Which he kept wrapped in tin foil for years and when asked would run out to the garage and pull the stinking pulp out of the freezer chest and showed all who had the will to force faux interest... life can be cruel and stuff.

I met the Roscoe family I think in 1969 +-? when I moved to the country, to live the simple life.(My folks and siblings followed shortly) My brother Toilet (who I am looking for a picture he despises to post. Because quite simply revenge is best served cold) met up with big John at school and brought him over to the house because he had a cool Rupp mini bike and Chuckles had some sort of bike( I think it was pink) and me, tender lad of seven had a Sears mini bike, tricked out to the max! We bonded like biker’s do and John introduced us to his brothers Roscoe and Joe who also had a passion for biking.

First time I visited their house R and Joe offered me a triple Decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich... I had never heard of let alone seen such a thing. This excited the boys to no end and they expounded on the wonders of the sandwich and how they ate them all the time. They were amazed I had never heard of the sandwich...Turns out they were playing improve at the city slickers expense.

Shortly after this visit I was in their bedroom to see Big John's stereo and he was bragging about his head phones which were pretty rad. Roscoe showed me a statue of budda they had resting on a shelf and told me if I rubbed its belly it would bring me good luck, I did and then he laughed and told me I was going to hell because I was worshipping a pagan God. I was only seven so I took him for his word but did not lose any sleep over it at the same time. That was a long time ago and now I go to bed now. JW This story was all based on fact, even the outright lies.