One of my brothers also said that he learned a skill that if he exercises it today, he goes to prison.
Brother lived on Tybee Island. Wonderful place. UF roommate lives on St Simons Island, also a nice place. He’s been there a long time, but houses on his street are now over $1 million each.
Women in Valdosta, GA were the easiest women to bag in my life. Years later when I lived in Miami I found myself wishing I was at a “let out” at Ricks Nightclub in Valdosta scooping mediocre looking chicks with ease over struggling to get Miami girls who were FAR more materialistic than what I was used to at that point in life.
If I did that, the person I was talking to would get the glazed eye look before I got half way through. If there is any genuine interest in where all I've lived I can always fill in the deets later. My Pops was in the Army. I got the full service Uncle Sam delivery service at the post hospital
Well those people must have the attention span of a gnat! Not unusual these days, I suppose. I've always had very good experiences in any conversations I've had with anyone when discussing their personal history. It's one of those topics that I find interesting and one that's always a good ice breaker - especially with people you've never met before. I was born at the Naval Hospital on Mare Island.
St. Patrick's Day in Savannah. Met my wife there in 1989. Have not gone in a few years, but I am retiring in December so I may have to return to the festivities.
Again… Rick… She is an “ex cheerleader” in Georgia and a family member… How many more variables do we need to toss out before we make the “deliverance connection”
OK, OK… You said “she has 40 acres in North Georgia” so I guess I just assumed… And – to get ahead of your next reply – one should never assume… Because that “makes an ass out of u and me” Rick, I truly apologize – it was just low hanging fruit