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I’m telling you, your mind can stray if kept indoors too long. This quarantine stuff could lead us into some dangerous health issues or even worse…bad habits!
Like over thinking the inconsequential…
I woke up yesterday with Paul Revere and the Raiders on my mind. How did a rock band from Idaho come up with that specific moniker? Boston is the home of baked beans, a famous marathon and the Red Sox. None of which would seem to fan the flames of a rock musician.
Paul Revere was a silversmith, engraver, tooth maker and Patriot. And he could ride a horse. But he never played for the Raiders! Or wrote songs. Or picked a guitar...
This band that borrowed his name had a decent run in the late sixties. I don’t remember one song they did—which meant they didn’t sing about trains, country bumpkins, a man being sent to prison, divorce, outlaws, stampedes or pickup trucks.
The day before I spent wondering if Starsky was older than Hutch…
Is it an overpass or underpass? This one started long before Covid-19. Me and Ricky Gene, Yogi and Buddy would meet up at Tommie Hill’s Texaco Station and share an RC Cola. Then we’d walk down Pine Street till it came to a dead end.
We’d hop over to the railroad tracks and “walk the rails” out to the bridge over Highway 79. Yogi would get us to lie down on top of the “overpass” and drop rocks on the unsuspecting (and unfortunate) motorist passing below.
Yogi always said overpass because he was thinking like the train. Ricky Gene swore it was an underpass, “Just ask any one of those cars driving by down there!”
Folks, we were eleven years old. Do you have any idea how slow the world moved in McKenzie, Tennessee, in 1958? We didn’t have TV, cell phones, internet, ipads or long range ballistic missiles. We had time to ponder deep and long on what a bridge over a highway with a train track running across the top was officially called.
They’d get mad at me and Buddy for not taking sides. Me and Buddy would get mad at them when this discussion turned into a rock fight! There wasn’t no place to hide up there! You couldn’t jump over the side and retreat only meant you got hit in the back of the head…
We moved away from home years later never really knowing who was right…