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Beau Wann, Jr.

     MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY....LIFE IS A PAIN IN THE HEAD...I know it's Sara Lee and not Mary Lee, but I got some of the letters right and it sounds alike, ha! 

     Yeah, I looked it up in Marvins Websters dictionary...took forever.   Why dont i do that for all the woirds I can no longer spell?   Because it's a pain in the head, that and I cant turn the pages of a dictionary or any book for that matter, or magazine....

     befoer I forget, graconreadtuations to the SHSTC Barkats, for winning the small college  football chanciionship of the whirld.  

    On a sad bit O news,  I heard that BJ Thomas passed away this past week, and Roy Head died last year.    He did get to see his son win the Voice thoudh. I remember seing Roy Head and the Traits and BJ Thomas and the Triamuphs and they were always a delignte to hear.   Wasnt that at TEEN HALL?  Oh well, liked their muscic, well duh, who didnt.

    Well, it's wraining again,   but it beats 100 degrees.   Last year we already had 100 in April and May.  I think I'll take rains over the heat.   Had lots o wilflide this weeks,  little deaey eyed deah and the red fox family and and otheres.   Been feedenthem apples and just a smorgasbord O goodies.   

     Been having trouble with feet and hand granps esxery day and night.   Today was the worskt.   Any of all yall been through anything like this, orsomeone you know?    I drink Tonic water and gaterade and club soda and gateraade,  and pickle juice, and bananas, and potassium submlements...

      Gonne meet twith the head of the "head" team Monday morn and have lad wrok and and MRI. To find out whats going one.  I vould hardly wakl today.  I sure hope NOTHING esle mean has reared it's ugly head.  

     Started PT and ST last week, and OT this next week.   ST is hard because I have homewoirk.   I have to practice doing face exersices in front of a mirroer,  yuk, I tryly dont like looking at myself.  I gesse it would be better if I didnt look and sound like elmer fudd.

    Wow, this is sure tedious, trying to type and speell stuff.  Stuff is easy to spell, stuff, stuff, stuff...see!   you know, it just occoured to me, does thids program have spell chellkker?   It  does, but I cant figgerur it out... so I'll just muddle along...

    Lloyyd was taking one of his good friends in highschool and conservations they had.  I dont rementer and conversation with anyone, but I do remember lots of friends, one in particular,  Pellam (shorty) Vaughn.   He live in the hood, on Delange.  His Dad died bout 62 or 63 or 64.  I think he had two sisters.  

     I remember skiping school with him one day in the winter of 63-64, which was a bold brash moved for me. First time I ever skipped shool.  My ol 51 ford froze that winter and died. Ol blue was dead! 

       Shorty had a 52 or 54 foard and the only real memory of that day was going west on 43rd street crossing Mangun and over the RR tracks.   Thats its!   Don;t why whe skikdesd school,  and dont know the authoritys ever kinew eyethere, no one ever said anything to ys about the incident.  Guess we didnt matter,  good! 

     Shorty worked with me and TJ and Jimmy S others at Mangum Supr value, What a family that turned out to be.   Anyway, shorty and I both got our "UNCLE SAM WANTS YOU"  letters in the mail, we were expecting it as so many were.

     Went down and took our phyiscal with a zizzion othere young men of 18.  We had the bright eyedea to joung the Navy, so we did.  The recuiter tokd us that we could joung on the "buddy plan", which was, "buddy to we had a plan for you".  We were suppose to stay togerthere through out our hitch.  

    We were togethere in bootcamp exacty 5 day before we got split up.  I was the culprit.   I dont know how many rooms we get lines up in in the first week, but one of them was the "mea culpa" for any ailments that escaped the phyischal.   

    So when the DI called out,  "do any of youse !@#$%^&* morons have one or more of the folloinsing disorders, stepp forward...." Asthma, trick knee, (my knees didnt know any thriks, cept falling doen) but I did have asthma.... and voila, I found myslef shipped to anothere company,   Onece that got sorted out, I got shipped to another company, and never say Shorty agaon.  

     He was on the USS Orleck  DD something or another, and I was on a patrol sqadron out west, way out west.     I got a letter from him and I wrote him bak. I dont know what we wrote about.     I think he became a Corpsman, beceace I heard he was and emt somewhere in centeral texas.   Not being anywhere neres as smart and dogged a hunter as Jenny T, I never found him,  

    My belovied search for him last year or thee the yers befoe and found that he had passed away up in Wixconsin or Menisotinsa,  in a VA hospital in 17. I sure would have like to seen him one more time.  He was a good Man and good friend.

     Well, It is storming out, and I'm getting tired of tring to tyep and spell things wrong.  I'm only on here because now I dont walk too good, and I wanted to shee how yall are dune.   Yall are looking good, like always.  So now I will go away and endeavor to persevere.   Slorry about the all the typos and misspelled woids.

      Keep the sun at your sox and "ride boldly ride..."

your frien and redident idiot,  Cepushu R Elmer T Fudd, (and really dont wanna be)

Teddie Jordan

Beau, I admire the way you continue to "endeavor to persevere!". You are as TOUGH as a boot, as my grandfather used to say, and know that I admire your toughness, and many others of your classmates do as well.
We look forward to seeing and laughing with you and Diane at Johnny's Summer Fling gathering in Tomball in August, which will be here before we know it. 

And I knew that you had been trying to track down Shorty, but so sorry to hear that news on him. He was a ,good man! We had a lot of fun times during our grocery store careers!

One of my favorite memories is how much fun we would have unloading the grocery truck from Fleming, every Thursday. Some Saturday mornings Otto would ask me to drive the order for the following weeks groceries to Fleming's warehouse and offices over off of Washington Ave.near downtown. I would drive my old '55 Chevy. The deadline to get the following week's delivery was noon on Saturday. Some times I would stop at Miller's drive in on 43rd on my way back and have lunch.

Teddie Jordan

And as you can see from the old menu Miller's had some pretty pricey items back in those days!🤠
 

Beau Wann, Jr.

     TJ, you are much too kind.   I'll tell you what, the tuff old "boot" was taxed beyound all belief Monday and today.   Monday was a long long daay at MDA, with and MRI scheduled,  and another one today, at noon. 

      Today was the "compairson" MRI,  first hour no added dye,  second hour, dye added.   I dont remember which dye it was, but it was the "cold" one.  I almost made it through to the finsih, but had to hit the panic button long about the end of the 2nd hour.  I appologized to the techs for "being a wimp" and hitting the panic button, but I could stand it no longer.   

     My back hurt and right side hurt so bad, I had to take very shallow breaths, and even that hurt.  The techs told me that I had completed the tests and got all the pictures they needed.   HALEJULIA !  Didnt matter, I was not going to do it again.   

    The docs even give me any pain pill I ask for,,  but alas and alack, nothing seems to helps.   I do get to sleep when DIANE drives us home.   I usually wake up arund buccees, just in time to keep her awake the last 20 milesof a 130 mile 2hour round trip home.  Midht have to hire a "driver" to give Diane a break.  

      My beloved, Diane, has gone above and beyond the call of a normal human being, keeping all my appts straignht, and pills on time,  and making sure I am being properly cared for at home,  ie nutrisios meals, chilidogs, and the like, you know, what I'm taking about, real nutrishious stuff.     

     And dessert...you remebnered the picture of the peach tree I posted a couple days ago?    It had about 30 or so peaches on it.   Diane picks a dozen off and made a peach pie.    OH MY GOODNESS,  I have never had a pie that good ever.  Fying saucer pies are dirt compaired to Diane peach pie.   

      My raving over her pie seemed to lift her sprit, and very notically.  I dont do false praise,  So she knew it was sincere.   I only regret is that the rest of the whorld wont get to sample her pie.   I is truly amazing.   And frome peaches off our very own peach tree...well duh, it wouldnt be off an apple tree now would it.

      I started my 2nd round of chemo Monday night, so I cant go in and raid the Kelvinator on one of my midnight excursionds to bountiful.  Chemo is not phun, but radiation is much more worser.   I have an OT evaluation tomorrow afternoon, but I think I free on Friday and SAturesday.   Well, I'm not free, but chardefgd a small nominal fee.

     on Monday, in addition of tghe hour and some change to MDA, it took 30 monutes to fine a parking spot, which throud us behone on our appts.   Had lab work done, and the lab waiting room was packed and a line outside the wainting room, down the corridor.  Never seen it so crowded, and through us odd even more for my appt with the head of the "head" team.

     He couldnt get get lab results when he wanted them, when he should have gotten tehm,  which, when they all came in, all were in the exelcenttl range.  Not too shabble for a "tough old boot" even if I do say so myself, and I did.

    The problem with the lab results and their not being there when Dr DeGroot wanted them, had now been remedyed,  my next lab appt is on Jun 27, which a Sunday.   Next "head" team appt is on Monday 28.   Me thinks.  Maybe it's July 28,  oh bother, I'll have to consult with my consulting Angel, Diane. 

     To say I am tired, is putting it mildly, but Diane is going through this too, so she is doubly tired.   I wish I could do something REALLY REALLY SPECIAL, for her.   She has all the jewelry she wants.

    She was suppose to go out of town to Denton for a DKG convention,  already booked and ready, but now has decided not to go because she dosnet wt to leave me alone with all the work here, ie dogs and the like, plus I have OT, PT, ST all next week. 

    I was hoping for her to go so she could get away from me and the dogs, and the work around here,  and to mix with her own kind...teachers and friends and normal people...however, she said she be so worried about me, that she wouldnt really enjoy herself.   God knew what he was doing when he chose us to be togethere.   

    We have already been through this before back in 87 only rolls reversed, she had the big C and I was the caregiver. Of course Back then, I was 50 years younger,  I had help from the ladies at Oaks so my job was not as hard as what her's is now.   Most all the ladies from Oaks from back then, have passed away.    

      Guess I'm just ramblin on...I apologize for going on and on about my trivial problems, but It has become my life now,   for better or for worse,   like it or not...I will have to say, that a good thing is that Diane and I have become closer than ever.   

    Oh my goodness, it's after midnight, all my girls have gone to bed, times for me to hit the hay, hey.

    Keep the sun at your six, and "ride boldy ride..."

Your frien and resident resendent, Chephursue R Endeavoring to Persevere...

Uh oh, goona hve to wake diane up to help me get up...been seting too long.  Just no end to her misery am I . 

Bennie Schielack

Beau, we, our Ram family, are offering prayers to your recovery.  I'm personally thinking you have suffered more than your share and it is time for our Lord and Savior to return you to health . . . . . Thank you so much for sharing your travails with us.  Hopefully it does you some good to share and I'm sure your wife is very appreciative of your response to her supervision.

Beau Wann, Jr.

     Hey Bennie,  thank you for the prayers and kind thoughts.  Onliest (east texas for only) reason I put all that on here is because I was taught to keep my misery to myself, and not many on here lets it be known the trouble and travails they're going throguh.   Like you said, it helps to talk it out.  And I know that there's always someone that has it worse.

     On ocasion I see a little girl dwon at MDA, probably 7 maybe, anyway, she has a prostheic leg, no hair, carriying a teddy bear or doll, and her backpack purse on her back,  walking best she can, always trailing behind whoever shes with, I hope shes not alone.  Havent seen here the last couple of times, Since she's already lost a leg, up to the hip,  I imagine her prognosis at her her age is not good considering they already took a leg.  Now that's a tragedy.  

    We do see so many people by thenselves,  everyone should have a Diane to help them out, well, not my Diane, but one like her.      So see there, my piddling little ol brain stuff not so bad after all.

     Hey TJ,  loved the millers menu.  Sure brings back fond memories.  back when things were worth every penny.   there was a drive-in on old hepsted right about 18th st, called THE TEXAN DRIVE-IN, I THINK was next to the old hemptead drive-in theater. 

     whenever the band got through with a gig, Robbie and I would stop an each of us would have a fried shrimp basket with Orings, and mug o rootbeer. the shrimp was jumbo size and $1.25...was as good as can be.

      how in the whirld did you manage to hold on to that after all these?   

ok, time to go nite nite. been setting her asleep,dont know how long. 

Lloyd Pond

I remember draft induction as a very bizarre event  Every one yelling orders and stuff. The scene is Alice's Restaurant movie was very close to what I remember. Anyone else care to tell us their draft day story?

Richard Gardner

Yes Lloyd, the scene from Alice's Restaurant did remind me of the Draft Board physical exam I experienced in Houston. After all college deferments ran out, I received my "Greetings Letter" from the Draft Board and was called to present myself for the physical exam. I don't think they rejected anyone at that time. I spent all my savings and bought my parents a room full of furniture and their first color television set because I did not think I would be coming back. After my physical, they had the Draft Lottery. The best and only lottery I ever won was the Draft Lottery. The number drawn for my birth date was a very high number so there was very little chance I would be drafted. Every time we watch Alice's Restaurant, it brings back vivid memories of that time.

Richard Gardner

Ann & I spent some time in Stockbridge and visited the site of Alice's Restaurant along with the church that Arlo Guthrie met his friends in.

Tom Britton '65

Draft day. After the physical and paperwork we were told to be prepared to ship out soon. A room full of guys - 6 of us from Waltrip. Yes, Lloyd, lots of shouting. Strip down. Bend over. Spread cheeks.  Had a sore on my tailbone. Was rejected. Two weeks later that sore healed and never reappeared. Close call. I would have been proud to serve but am glad I got to finish college and stay out of Vam. 

Tom Britton '65

Not Vam....Nam.

Lloyd Pond

I too won the Draft Lottery, number 327, I think. 

Bennie Schielack

Never got to draft induction, but did take a draft physical.  One of the last "tests" was a blood pressure check.  Mine was extremely low.  The Dr. asked me "what are you trying to do?"  I told him I had a spot in the Air Force Reserve and was trying to pass the physical to take that spot.  I passed.  Later on, I heard a rumor that some kids were eating lots of bananas prior to taking the physical to lower their blood pressure.  Some of them were kept in a local hotel overnight, then retested the next day.  As I said, it was just a rumor and I do not know if it ever actually happened. 

One thing I did find interesting/amusing.  I drove out to Ellington AFB for the induction ceremony and when I got back home, there was a draft notice in the mailbox.  It was just that close . . . . . Caught a bus to San Antonio and missed the broadcast of the very first "Super Bowl", but at that time, it was just the football championship game.  Only became the Super Bowl sometime later.

Wayne Lake

Speaking of Arlo Guthrie and Alice’s’ Restaurant, me and Keith Kupec are the only guys I know who were arrested and thrown in jail for littering, one of  my few claims to fame. It was a Sunday morning in May around 10 am, Splash Days hangin’ on East Beach Galveston drinking ice tea from a plastic cup while leaning on the back of my ’69 MGB. About 30 seconds (they must have been watching us from a distance probably thought it was alcohol) after we had both dropped our empty cups on the sand, a cop car rolled up, arrested us and took us to county jail.

Bond was $25/each and we had about $3 a piece so we were thrown into the tank with the rest of the idiots, Sat Night drunks and Father Rapers. One phone was all we got so I called Jimmy Hilsher (roommate in an apt off 18^th). A few hours later, after Michele borrowed $50 from her Grand Mother (before they married), they drove down and bailed our dumb asses out.

You can’t make this stuff up and you can’t fix stupid, it only gets worse with age.

From the North Country currently enjoying cool mornings (it’s been hot up here) while sittin’ on the back porch drinkin’ coffee. Headed to NW MN next week to fish Battle Lake during vernal equinox so we will have daylight from 0430 until after the 10 o’clock news is over.   

Hope to see you’all in August, wtl  

Wayne Lake

PS, both Keith and I were wearing bathing suits, no shoes and beads around our necks when we went to jail as I recall, it was a $25 fine not bail and I am fairly sure we paid Michele’s Grand Mother back the $50 but Jimmy should confirm.

Tom Gann

In response to Lloyd Pond''s request and the general topic of the draft which in my case was the spring of 1968. First, I should thank Judy Nelson in my Waltrip second semester of the junior year for most likely giving me mononucleosis better known as the "kissing disease". I ended up in the hospital and basically missed that semester.  I was planning on attending Texas A & M and had received a letter of interest to play football from West Point when the doctor  had a guiding discussion with me about the war and that it could become much worse, etc. My parents wanted me to attend Baylor with my older sister, Benegene, so that is where we attended and all male students at that time if registered  for the draft could receive a draft deferral. Benegene and Margie Pond, Lloyd's older sister, were best friends for about 50 years and until Benegene's  death and that starting at Waltrip. 
The Tet Offfensive istarted in early 1968 and everyone was being drafted in the mid-spring of my graduation year, and wanting to serve so I tried to joint the  U. S. Air Force but was refused due to the need for my glasses as they only wanted pilots. Still wanting to serve but not thru the draft structure, I filled one of the two remaining slots in Company A, U.S. Army Construction Battalion Reserves, Waco, Texas.  It seems they needed a clerk typist in their office. So, I left Baylor for one day on the bus that left Waco for Dallas with the new recruits. The load of new recruits step directly off that ride and walked through a single door with a large picture of Audie Murphy and a sign that we have just come in the door Audie Murphy, the most decorated soldier in W.W. II, had passed through to join the U. S. Army.  Being instructed to strip off to your underwear, coughing a few times, having your ears and a number of other seemingly demeaning exams, we redressed and were sent up in waves to take the mental exam composed of 100 simple questions and with four simple answers. This was about the time that Cassius Clay took the same type test and made a low 23. Coincidentally, having just finished the Business Statistics class it wasn't hard ti figure that if an individual guessed at all the questions he would probably  make a 25 and if he knew 10 answers he would make a 35. 

We all got back on the bus and returned to Waco and the next week or so  the Lottery System for picking your number out  in the Lottery based on your birthday or from 1-365. I did not look up my number for over 35 years.

So, "Hurrah for Judy Nelson" and her dad for making that stool and leaving it at the front door for Judy to stand on to kiss me goodnight. **

"Oh what a time back in 1963" ---The Four Seasons

Tom Gann

In response to Lloyd Pond''s request and the general topic of the draft which in my case was the spring of 1968. First, I should thank Judy Nelson in my Waltrip second semester of the junior year for most likely giving me mononucleosis better known as the "kissing disease". I ended up in the hospital and basically missed that semester.  I was planning on attending Texas A & M and had received a letter of interest to play football from West Point when the doctor  had a guiding discussion with me about the war and that it could become much worse, etc. My parents wanted me to attend Baylor with my older sister, Benegene, so that is where we attended and all male students at that time if registered  for the draft could receive a draft deferral. Benegene and Margie Pond, Lloyd's older sister, were best friends for about 50 years and until Benegene's  death and that starting at Waltrip. 
The Tet Offfensive istarted in early 1968 and everyone was being drafted in the mid-spring of my graduation year, and wanting to serve so I tried to joint the  U. S. Air Force but was refused due to the need for my glasses as they only wanted pilots. Still wanting to serve but not thru the draft structure, I filled one of the two remaining slots in Company A, U.S. Army Construction Battalion Reserves, Waco, Texas.  It seems they needed a clerk typist in their office. So, I left Baylor for one day on the bus that left Waco for Dallas with the new recruits. The load of new recruits step directly off that ride and walked through a single door with a large picture of Audie Murphy and a sign that we have just come in the door Audie Murphy, the most decorated soldier in W.W. II, had passed through to join the U. S. Army.  Being instructed to strip off to your underwear, coughing a few times, having your ears and a number of other seemingly demeaning exams, we redressed and were sent up in waves to take the mental exam composed of 100 simple questions and with four simple answers. This was about the time that Cassius Clay took the same type test and made a low 23. Coincidentally, having just finished the Business Statistics class it wasn't hard ti figure that if an individual guessed at all the questions he would probably  make a 25 and if he knew 10 answers he would make a 35. 

We all got back on the bus and returned to Waco and the next week or so  the Lottery System for picking your number out  in the Lottery based on your birthday or from 1-365. I did not look up my number for over 35 years.

So, "Hurrah for Judy Nelson" and her dad for making that stool and leaving it at the front door for Judy to stand on to kiss me goodnight. **

"Oh what a time back in 1963" ---The Four Seasons

Teddie Jordan

I guess you could say that my story about the draft is one of Paternity. When Fran and I married in February of 1966 I was working for Hudson Engineering out on Southwest Freeway, and Fran was working for Tenneco downtown. I was also attending U of H at night taking classes from 530-830 pm 4 nights a week, giving me 12 semester hours each term. My draft status was deferred, but it was understood that if I failed to complete the 12 hours due to dropping out or failing, I would be drafted quickly. And my plan was to complete college and then serve. Fran's dad and mine both had served in WW II, and We had total pride in both of them. 

In November 1967 I got a notice from the draft board asking to confirm my present college attendance and course load, and advising that I understood that if I applied for and received another years college exemption I would not be able to apply for any other exemption status in the future. I had two weeks to send that confirmation back. About the same time Fran found out she was pregnant. We were excited. I called the draft board offices and talked to a nice lady and asked what I should do. She said to get a letter from Fran's doctor confirming that she was pregnant, and to decline the extension of college exemption, and I did so. 

In June of 1968 we were blessed with the birth of our dear first baby Lisa, of whom we always have been proud and always will be proud. She along our second daughter Nicole in 1973 have been among our greatest gifts and blesssings and we are so proud of both of them and of the four grandchildren they have gifted us with. We look forward excitedly to gathering with all of our chicks plus Curt's mom and dad Wanda and Richard,  with whom share as big parts of our family, to gathering and celebrating our great brood on Saturday.

And Fran and I have always been proud of our Dad's service to our country, and of the service and sacrifice many of our friends and classmates have given to maintain our freedom. And I admit that I have always felt a little ashamed that I did not serve in Vietnam. My dad stayed in the Army reserves after the end of WWII and retired after 20 years as a Lt. Colonel. We lost him way too soon in 1965. Per his wishes he is buried at the Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio, and we visit that hallowed place often..

Beau Wann, Jr.

     Hey TJ, how you dune?  Well today's Dianes and mine 37th anniverasary.  Had a spectacular time,  We were together which is always a good thing.  Didnt have brakfsast, we wanted a reaally good lunck, which for me was therrible.  Food, all food, tastes terrible to me at this thime. Diane has been wanting to go to Cracker barrel on 290 around miskey road, acrocc from Costoco.  

    Wished I saved my money and my pallate. I ordered the things I like, meatlofe and mashed potatoes and gravy and turmip greens, biscuits, peach cobblers and coffee, what a misakese that wass. 

      Even with my takes buds messed up, I could still tell they werent up to my standards. The service was good, the waitess had too many tables to attend, which wasent her falt, I've found that incompetent empoyees are generally the result of incompetent management.  The ol "peter principle", being elevated to level of ones incompetence.

      My intial idea was to go to costco and have a hotdog, hotdogs are allus good is mustard is one of the main egreented, well a good dog also helps.  But nooooooo, had a crappy meal for about 20 dollars when I could have had a dog for about a buck and a half, if I have stuck to plan A, then then all would have ok.

     came home and had a much needed nap, afer which I fixed my beloved an anniversary  "chilidog" ha, who said old love is not as good as yong love.  I can almost see the sketicizisn on everyones face on the "anniversary chilidog".  Go on , check the marriafe  instruction book, on page elevnthyfive, paragraph b sub paragrah  aeiou and sometimes y and w.

     Diane and dont need anything, cept for me to get better so I can help out more arund here.  She no more jewelery, shes so much in the J dept we could open up our oen Jerwelery sroryt. and shoe story. 

     Had a fever of 101 Sunday, call the doctor, woke em up, said, doctor, aint there nothing I can doe, he said "put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the morning".  anyway, we ccoulding get in anywhere to get a covert 20 test, but the fevenr whent down  of it's own acorrd.

     Wasnt the phical building at 1800 Louisiana?   Looked like it a building from WWII.   I rementer taking the oath and getting sworn in and sworn at all one well foop.  Got sworn in twice as I recolecllte, and sworn at many more times.

    A WWI marine swore up in first,  "repeat afer me" he says,  "I, say your name,"an I swear to you, every recuriut said, "I, say your name", to which the recccuiter said "your a bunch of !@#$%^stupid moron clowns", and like the !@#$$%%%%%% stupid moron clowns that we were, repeated that back to him.   I dont know if he was tryingg to cry or laugh.

     The the bus came to pick up up at the Diego airport about midnight, the silly mood came to a screeching halt. Me N shorty looked at each other an im sure wanted to cry.  That first night felt like the longest night and day of my short life.   But as came  things prrogeset, had many many very long nigts in store.  .    

    ok, little miss ha jump in my arms and on my keyboard, so im sure youll be glad to see me say nite nite...so, nite nite

Beau Wann, Jr.

     Well, made it through three quartes of a centery,  76 today....got sppeeck therapy and phyical terapy this morning.and a new bloodpresser machinge to buy. ours went kaput last nith.  Suppose to Keep BP around 130/high 60s, low 70s yesterday moning it was about 147/    last night it was 97/....

     Anyone know how Pat Brantly is doing?     Susan Bowman?

Sandi Schlesinger (Stark)

Wow, Beau - a birthday and an anniversary all on the same day!  Seems like you mentioned that on the Forum in the past. Something about not forgetting your anniversary if they were on the same day. Congratulations on both. Hope you're having this day of celebration for many years to come. 
Sorry you had a bad experience at Cracker Barrel as I usually enjoy the meals I've had there - chicken and dumplings and Turkey and dressing are my favorites. 
Happy Birthday and Congratulations on your long successful marriage. 

Teddie Jordan

Beau (Cephus), Happy birthday old,( But not that kind of old) Friend!! We share memories going back to third grade! Hope it has been a good day!

Johnny Sheffield

Happy birthday beau 

And happy anniversary to you and Diane.

Sorry for your bad food experience. 
 

hope you get stronger and better each day. 
prayers are with you each day.

Take care

Johnny

Pat Brantley (Ross)

Don't pay the random!  I escaped.  Well the carotid artery surgery did not happen because my blood pressure was too high.  Instead I waited until June 1st and the durgeon put a stent in my right renal artery (kidney).  This was supposed to bring my blood pressure down.  I was back in the hospital two days later in pain and unable to eat.  Well, the surgery failed and my kidney died a slow death.  Surgeon didn't reappear for several more days.  He was telling me we needed to do the carotid artery.  Yes.  This is the surgeon who killed my kidney.  I was unable to walk by then I was so depleted.  I just wanted out of that hospital.  I got home on the 13th.  My tastebuds are way off.  I have tried to find something to eat that doesn't taste awful.  I am grateful to be home and have the freedom to walk around.  I had sweet friends and family who were praying for me to get home.  I looked like a bag lady when I left that hospital.  I found a good doctor to replace the other guy.  Beau, my tests were CT scans with dye.  I had four in two weeks.  I probably glow in the dark.

I would have written from hospital but didn't have the strength.  I went to Costco two days ago.  I was exhausted at the end of the U through the store, but I just held onto the cart all the way to the car.  
i got a draft notice.  It was addressed to Mr. Pat Brantley.  I didn't go.

Mary Weidner (Williams)

Pat, get well soon! Sounds like you have really been through hell! I had to fire a doctor once and then I turned him over to the state board and got him fined and he had to take a class on how to treat patients! It made me feel better that his buddies saw what he had to do. They publish it in the State Board magazine that comes out every 3 months. Take care and get your strength back!😘

Beau, Happy Birthday! Keep fighting! You are strong and determined and that is what it takes to beat cancer. My thoughts and prayers are with you😘