In 1995 I rescued a black & white cat from neighborhood streets of our Overland Park KS home. I named him ‘Charlie’. Your avatar looks like Charlie.In my 3 months shy of 87 years I’ve had a number of ‘unexplained experiences’with strangers & some animals. Thank you for your story !
The look in his eyes is terrifying!
Expressions on kittens face help ‘tell/illustrate the story’
I copied my Google Drive link to the little bar above Google search & on came my woodshop practice video with an arrow to click to start the banjo noise. Had no trouble. I knew many people in Prairie Village when I lived in Overland Park on Goodman Lane off 54th Terrace. When my wife & I relocated to far NW Tucson in 1996 I always took a banjo when going to a barber shop. Here is a video taken 2 years ago at a Barber shop in Catalina NW AZ.
Well they were very quiet. All had families & various jobs in Kansas City. I was in the Fire Control Section riding in a medium sized truck. One of the men in our Fire Control section was another Hallmark employee. He was in a business section. I was in the Contemporary Cards Design Studio. Some towns we passed through waited for our Independence Mo Convoy because I was always playing a tenor banjo when we passed through town in previous years. But this time the banjo was silent.
About 15 years ago I practiced some tenor banjo numbers in my wife’s woodshop for performance. A much younger Banjo Gordy:
During the Cuban Missile Crisis I was in a National Guard 155 Howitzer Btry Convoy to Camp Ripley for a 2 week exercise when the word came down that we were ‘frozen’. Top National Guard General went to Washington & found that ‘being frozen’ was not so. Whew, what a relief
Never heard ‘Old & In the Way’.
Will Be 87 January 2023. ‘Old’ be when I’m unable to play 5-string & tenor banjos & my favorite Creek March I learned from Pete Seeger’s Tablature back in 1961. Usually played very fast to imitate a train, gun fire, & all manner of action during Coal Miner’s Rebellion.
Tenor & 5-string Banjo playing same songs
When I was a young kid in Allentown PA most antennas were very high to reach stations in Philadelphia.
When I was 5 I choked on a fish bone. From there on I would get sick to my stomach by the smell of fish.