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10 Years Ago – February 2004


Date: Saturday, February 21, 2004
Place: Zaxby‘s, Evans, GA
Members Attending: Brian & Donna Bogardus, Lee & Beverly Casey, Ray Cullen, Carol Haff, Dave Harp, John & Jackie Nicholls and Earl Shimel.
Guests Attending: Charleen Luther.

We were blessed with actual spring-like (read normal) weather for a change today, so much so that a drive was called for. Because of where we were in Evans the easiest thing to do would be to just take the Bug Splat route and go up and over the dam and then zip back in to Georgia. This is a nice little drive and it would be totally different this time because, one, it would be light out so you could see the sights and two, no bugs to wipe off the front bumper at the finish.

At the end of the loop in the Dairy Queen parking lot, a movement was started by Donna to go get ribs at Tony Roma’s. Most folks agreed that this was a good idea. Dave headed home though as Shirlene had other plans for him. The Casey‘s also declined as they also had other plans. We tried calling ahead for reservations, but Tony Roma’s doesn’t do that on weekends. Of the five cars going no one could agree on the best route. Considering the time and our location we all agreed it wouldn’t be wise to try and caravan over, so we all headed off in different directions together.

When we did get there, we were told it was a 40 minute wait. Here is where Earl bailed on us, he is just now getting back to driving after hip surgery and it was starting to bother him. Turned out is was more like an hour wait, but us and the hundreds of other there felt it was worth it. Between the seven of us we consumed 4 appetizers, 3 garden salads, half a dozen small loaves of bread, 4 slabs of ribs, 8 sides and innumerable glasses of tea, water and Serria Mist. And to keep our trim youthful appearances intact we declined dessert.

Rally The Globe

Hark, there be a crest beyond forty,
cut-eth should’st thou not, cousin.
Cunning tis the left, sirrah,
seventy, over yonder right,
methinks six.
Proceed thirty, take heed,
thou hast perchance a hazard of water!


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