“Okay campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s cold out there.” “It’s cold out there everyday – what is this, Miami Beach?” “Not hardly! And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that,…
Tag: The Big Bopper
275: THE 1959 WINTER DANCE PARTY TOUR – A TRIBUTE TO BUDDY HOLLY, RITCHIE VALENS, AND THE BIG BOPPER
JANUARY 23, 1959 JANUARY 24, 1959 JANUARY 25, 1959 JANUARY 26, 1959 JANUARY 27, 1959 JANUARY 28, 1959 JANUARY 29, 1959 JANUARY 30, 1959 JANUARY 31, 1959 FEBRUARY 1, 1959 FEBRUARY 2, 1959 FEBRUARY 3, 1959 FEBRUARY 6. 1959 FEBRUARY…
273: THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN WAS AT THE RIVERSIDE BALLROOM
Thursday September 21, 2023 began for the three of us when Tom’s alarm rang at 5:45am. My photographer wanted to get an earlier-than-normal start because we were still 100 miles from our first destination of the day – the Riverside…
272: AFTER THE PROM, I WOUND UP IN THE NOOK – AND I LIKED IT!
Our morning at the ‘Little Hotel on the Prairie’ in De Smet, South Dakota began when Tom’s alarm rang at 7:00am on Wednesday September 20, 2023. My two companions weren’t in a huge hurry as Vicki wanted to visit The…
267: WE WERE NOT ALONE – ESPECIALLY DURING OUR CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH DEVILS TOWER
My photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Saturday, September 16, 2023, and for some reason, my two companions seemed to be dragging their butts that morning. As a matter of fact, we didn’t leave the Kelly Inn parking lot in…
261: I MUST’VE BEEN NUTS WHEN I GOT CLOSE TO DAKOTA THUNDER – THE WORLD’S LARGEST BUFFALO
“A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, I’d see the Fiesta where kids once danced; and maybe I’d be happy for a…
258: A BEAUTIFUL MORNING IN DAVENPORT WITH BARACK, BUSH, AND THE BOY ON A BRIDGE
When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Friday September 8, 2023, I knew it was a lot later than my photographer’s original plan of a 3am wakeup call had we not left home a day earlier. Tom and his wife,…
218: I FLIPPED A COIN AT THE SURF BALLROOM AND IT CAME UP BOBBLE HEADS
It was 5:45am when Tom’s alarm rang on Friday August 5, 2022. My photographer wanted to get an early start on the day so he could fulfill his goal of being the first one inside the Surf Ballroom in Clear…
217: “THE SKY BELONGS TO THE STARS” AND THE GROUND BELONGS TO TOM
“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd. Buy me a new right arm and paint it black, I don’t care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for Riley, he’s my…
214: I ‘RAVED ON’ WITH BUDDY & MARK AT THE DULUTH ARMORY
My photographer’s alarm had an echo to it when it rang at 6:00am on Monday August 1, 2022. That’s because I was still upside down in the cellophane-wrapped coffee cup where I spent the night following emergency surgery to repair…