Oooh goodie! Are we running for Governor of Virginia? I heard there's an opening, and I luvs me some country ham and moonshine. I'll send it right out....

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Originally posted by Mustang-PaPa:
umm yeah..your after high school year books today but whats it gonna be tomorrow?

I'm going to go ahead and get it all out now!

My mother read to me the book "Little Black Sambo" when I was younger and I listened.

Do I need to go ahead and log out now?

I too was forced to endure this apocalyptic torture. I can't find my waiver maker either. Stick a fork in me now please.

Oh, and pay no attention to this. A complete photoshop. I wasn't even there that night. Or any night. Ever.

Really. Have I ever lied to you that you found out about?

(done)green card from the back of your Waiver
(done)copy of form TSMF-2019 (filled out completely)
(all five) High School yearbooks,
(Attached)list of any wigs and shoe polish
ans. One moldy can Mink Oil.

Clean as a whistle, pure as the driven snow. I'm so spotless I could run for pope except for my scruples.

I assume of course that there is an exemption for band camp, right? There's always an exemption for band camp. Always, right?

I'm covered here for 2 reasons.

One is pretty obvious and the other is there is only my portrait picture in the yearbook with my name.

Perhaps that fact alone is suspicious?

Freshman year, 1969. I didn't show up for the photos for rest of the years.

Notice that Peggy in front of me is smiling.

I'm safe, changed high schools in my Junior year. For that and my TWO Senior years somehow I escaped every and any chance to get my photo in a yearbook. My name is on the graduation list that was handed out at Ford Auditorium in Detroit, the location for our ceremonies since torn down.

Closest came to pictures surfacing, there was a post on here:https://www.vintag.es/2011/08/iggy-and-stooges-at-farmington-high.html

I can be seen in photos 9,11,13 and 27. Photo 25 you can see Iggy laying on a white fuzzy jacket, that was my date's. When she got it back, she kind of grimaced. I told her "You might want to get that fumigated." This was back in my longhair days, that's gonna come back to bite me and my political aspirations I can tell.

I played Lacrosse in High School for four years, so I guess that I'm guilty of participating in and culturally appropriating a Native American sport.

So Sorry.

I'll get the forms completed and filed as soon as I can, right after I dig out my old lax stick, gloves and helmet and burn them in sacrifice to the great Iroquois spirits.

Oh damn. Busted. I played drums in the high school orchestra & jazz band. In my senior year at a talent show a few of us dressed up as the band Wild Cherry and did Play that funky music white boy. I was the drummer bouncy hair and white face paint. We killed it. Nothing in the yearbook (1976) for that year thank goodness. Do I count?

Do I need a #2 yellow pencil, or can I use an ever-sharp to fill out form TSMF-2019? I'm also missing the green card. Can I take a green highlighter to a 3x5 card and send that in?

I once visited the Uncle Remus Museum and enjoyed the story of Tar Baby. Uncle Remus – the stereotype of the dialect-speaking "venerable old darkey" – who tells these stories to a rosy-cheeked child referred to as "Miss Sally's little boy."

I’ve always been into airplanes. I attended a church based private school through the 3rd grade. My third grade teacher Mrs Trine sent me to the office for drawing a Messerschmitt BF-109 complete with swastikas, or as I called it then, “period correct.” They called my old man as my crime was agregious enough to be sent home for the day.

Next week I forgot to wear a belt and had to wear a piece of yarn as a belt and the principle told me I was a big sinner.

I got home that afternoon and told the old guy. I remember it like yesterday. “First a fucking nazi airplane and now your going to hell for not wearing a belt? This is bullshit!”

I was out of that place and rid of the excessive bible thumping. The funny part to me was my dad had a Gospel radio station at the time.

I’ll email my forms in PDF and save the postage.

I was home schooled.

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Originally posted by Cliff:
Oh damn. Busted. I played drums in the high school orchestra & jazz band. In my senior year at a talent show a few of us dressed up as the band Wild Cherry and did Play that funky music white boy. I was the drummer bouncy hair and white face paint. We killed it. Nothing in the yearbook (1976) for that year thank goodness. Do I count?

I think you're good. Only white people can be racist.



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I had a white classmate with a gigantic afro. I don't think I should be held accountable for that, though, because I never really liked him.

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Originally posted by TigerDore:

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Originally posted by Cliff:
Oh damn. Busted. I played drums in the high school orchestra & jazz band. In my senior year at a talent show a few of us dressed up as the band Wild Cherry and did Play that funky music white boy. I was the drummer bouncy hair and white face paint. We killed it. Nothing in the yearbook (1976) for that year thank goodness. Do I count?

I think you're good. Only white people can be racist.



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Um, no. Conservatives don't get that exemption.

Sorry Cliff, you're a racist.

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Originally posted by pbramlett:
as I called it then, “period correct.”

That reminds me of my interest in plastic models during the late 1950s.

My father was stationed in France at the time and we would make a monthly trip to Luxemburg to buy francs at a better exchange rate. There were stores there that also had many things that weren’t available in the PX or French stores, including nice plastic models. I remember a notice included with the models of WWII German aircraft that certain things were not “in the spirit of democracy” and therefore weren’t included. I didn’t know enough and wasn’t aware enough at the time to understand what they were referring to, but much later I realized there were no decals of swastikas with the kits.

Very ironically, in my naivety one of my habits in art classes in elementary school (that sometimes had French teachers) was to depict German vehicles and similar things of interest to me. I still remember drawing a large “coal scuttle” helmet adorned with a swastika. Someone finally said to me, “You know, the French …,” but that was an American. My artwork never seemed to bother the French folks. I learned from that that very often the people who could have had the best reason to be upset and offended by certain images really did not care.

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Originally posted by mikeyspizza:
Freshman year, 1969. I didn't show up for the photos for rest of the years.

Notice that Peggy in front of me is smiling.

You must remember, if you ever decide to run for a Political office, the Democrats will want to talk to Peggy.

Can I fill out the forms in crayon? It will be more legible than my handwriting. Or so I've been told.

I confess that I portrayed a Native American leader in a school play. The part was listed as an "Indian Chief" in the program. But it was a musical, doesn't THAT count for something?

I'm sure I could find a high school yearbook, it might even have a picture of someone who looks like me, but I'm not sure if it would be a picture of me, or who was standing next to that person.

Sorry, no book. I had to work after school and didn’t get a book. Never saw one so I have no idea what is in it. I was too poor. Going into service 5 days after graduation was a vacation. So I stayed in for 20.