OT: Les Ford. RIP

Mustn't have been listening to Canned Heat either...

You have to do a little better than above to attract even the minimum value troll.

Better luck next time.

Lew

Even smart white people know better than to dispute who's in authority in a cop vs perp showdown. At least I do. A cop will beat you into the ground or shoot you dead to make you're aware of who's really in charge. I don't care who you are, white, rich, black, poor. If you don't know that about cops, you don't know spit. I suggest reading The Nake Ape by Desmond Morris.

nb

It was JOKE son! But the Dylan episode does illustrate the maxim that the older one gets, the more conservative they become. Usually.

Right. He committed a crime.

In an earlier time - and a different place - he would have been charged with Sedition, Anarchy, and Insurrection, a non-bailable offense that carried an automatic death penalty.

Gates skated.

I got a couple of nibbles... I'll do better next time.

He had a temper too. I saw him play once at the Palomino Club in North Hollywood, c. 1971 or 1972. There was a heckler in the crowd, sitting at the front row of tables. Mr. Atkins put his guitar down, walked across the tables, and proceeded to hit the guy with his fists.

Good times, good times.....

Now there's a side I never saw. OTOH, them Tennessee boys also don't play. ;)

nb

Heh! Could have been completely altruistic. A few years ago, I bought a used truck with, unknown to me, a broken gas gauge. Well, it runs out of gas at

Constable: "I'll be glad to give you a courtesy lift to the gas station."

Me: "I'd really appreciate that. Thank you."

Constable: "You'll have to ride in the back -- my front seat's full of school books."

Me: "That'll work. Any old port in a storm."

Constable: "Before I let you in the car, I have to ask, are you carrying any weapons?"

Me: "Yes. I have a five-shot revolver in my back pocket."

Constable (taking a step backward): "You're kidding! Right?"

Me: "No, but on second thought I think I'll walk to the station. Thanks anyway."

Constable (with priceless look on his face): "Do you have a concealed handgun permit?"

Me: "Sure."

Constable: "Let me see it." (He looks it over, front and back.) "We don't see many of these...."

Me: "Duh!"

Cop: "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

Stranger: "Nope, just wandering around."

Cop: "What is your name?"

Stranger: "Bob Dylan."

Cop: "and my name is Dick Tracy. Get in the car, smart-ass."