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Tour of Odii |
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The "Kid" and I drove home to my parents (her grandparents) for the Christmas holiday one time. She was probably about 9 or 10 when she asked me where at in Cortez was I born. "In a restaurant called Fudd's," I replied. "Whatever Dad..." she answered back. I was like, "Yeah, your grandma was having dinner and I just plopped out when I smelled the chicken on her plate. That's why you like chicken so much." Fudd's Sports Bar and Grill (called something else now) used to be a hospital back in 1968 on rare, blustery snowy day. Then it was converted into a mall-type building. |
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Three people in tow heading on an interstate to northern california. Barely about 2 years of age, I managed to stink the car up pretty good. So we pulled over in some small town where they were having a carnival of some sorts. Of course I get the diaper change. This ended up being the first place I ever took a dump outside of Colorado. About 1970, my mom graduated from Oakland High School. It was here where began my first step towards being a lifelong Raider fan. |
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My aunt married this white guy named Jim. His family owned a farm between Alamosa and Monte Vista. My dad and him became good friends even though my aunt eventually divorced him a few years later. So my dad packed us up and we moved to Alamosa in 1973 for a spell. I remember this place only because my folks split up thereafter. The one thing I do remember about this place is the friggin trains. They were always there. |
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She had her face pressed against the screen door to apartment J22. Her face was full of freckles and her hair was sometimes stringy but remained curly. I shouted "go away!" and then my mom shushed me and invited her in anyway. Ursula was not my favorite friend or neighbor. But it was a birthday party and she lived in the family apartment next door. Lucky me.
Damien, Bobby, and a few other friends (yes, including a couple of girls) were there and they had brought me some so, so presents. For the type of party they were having (mom always seem to make them extravagant even though she was poor college student), they were getting stuffed. I started to think the party was turning pretty lame. When Ursula finally came closer to us, she revealed a eye popping present from behind her. It was the GI Joe helicopter with push button propeller action. It ended up being the best I got in 1976. |
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From the early days to High School |
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