Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Post Cards #4


Fortunately this picture didn't reach the Florida School System showing their grandmother shamelessly dirty-dancing at Rosie O'Grady's.
Didn't he work in the Magic Show? John?

Posted by Buckles at 1/18/2006 06:40:00 AM

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is what ballet dance class will do for you. GO Grandma

18 January, 2006 11:05
Anonymous said...

Say, isn't he the other half of Hall & Oats? BTW; do you have the Imax Film from Circus World?

18 January, 2006 11:39
Buckles said...

I didn't know it was available. My wife has a TV set in what she calls the Theater Room, that the original IMAX film could be shown on. When she gets the sound system cranked up it rattles the pictures on the wall of my den two rooms away.

By the way, I saw a 3 hour documentary on Abraham Lincoln on the History Channel a few nights ago that was absolutely spellbinding. A few comments were made by one of my favorite authors Gore Vidal.

18 January, 2006 12:03
Anonymous said...

You blew it when you said one your favorite authors is Gore Vidal. I always thought you were a man of few [but important] words. Gore uses 40 when he could tell the story in two. His books could be half their size and still tell the tale. Of course my taste runs to Anne Rice before the Vampires. Talk about erodic, I even blush after I have read the book three times. Mark all the really good parts. Gore makes you know what boring.

18 January, 2006 15:41
GaryHill said...

Miss Ellie, didn't you used to dance at Rosies' and get us all in the backdoor? Gary

18 January, 2006 15:58
Anonymous said...

"Miss Ellie, didn't you used to dance at Rosies' and get us all in the backdoor?" Gary

Little to much information there.

19 January, 2006 11:51
GaryHill said...

I mean't the backdoor of Rosie O'Gradys Good Time Emporium in Orlando! LOL! Gary

19 January, 2006 17:05
Anonymous said...

Oh, Jeez. Circa 1979 I think nearly lost a fingertip to one of the scarlet macaws at Rosie O'Grady's. I wasn't particularly sober that evening and my girlfriend was so annoyed with me she let me bleed all the way back to Ocala. I'd nicely forgotten about that place.

19 January, 2006 21:16
Buckles said...

We had a terrific tuba player in our band and along with the leader David Poe would sit in with the "Rosie's" band.
Poe would sometimes do a clarinet solo on the dance floor dressed like a chicken. After he had concluded a stage hand would run out, toss a couple handsfull of sawdust where he had played then sweep it up.

19 January, 2006 22:43

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