Monday, January 25, 2010

......what do you need from me, directions?


Scan12577, originally uploaded by bucklesw1.

Posted by Buckles at 1/25/2010 06:11:00 AM

4 comments:

Chic Silber said...

Wonder what it took to get him

to crack a smile (never saw one)

25 January, 2010 09:55
Anonymous said...

I love this story...especially the punchline! And, I only steal good lines so, consider it added!
Pete, the Baraboobian!

25 January, 2010 20:18
Roger Smith said...

By sheer chance, I greeted my cousin and his wife on the midway in Tulsa, just as Mr. Orman was instructing me to tell the cageboys to wear clean overalls. I introduced them to him, and he actually smiled and shook hands. But indeed the moment was rare.

On the front end most of his career, he was astute and respected as General Manager. Around that Beatty show, Mr. Orman was the last word on the lot.

26 January, 2010 03:32
Anonymous said...

One more Frank Orman story. CBCB did a stint in WI where they went thru the same town 5 times and never played it, which has nothing to do with this story except that story happened on one of these jumps.
They were entering Ia and the Wi weight station was open. They stopped one truck and said it was overweight by 400 lbs. Frank said he paid the fine.
The next night they had to cross the same weigh station and low and behold the same truck was 400 lbs overweight.
But Frank was wise to their game. He had unloaded the truck and it was virtually empty.
He pointed this out to the troopers and said that he not only was not going to pay the fine, but wanted the previous nights fine paid back or he would file a complaint with the state.
He got all the money back and had a good laugh over the incident.
He told me about this, knowing that I was from WI.
Bob Kitto

28 January, 2010 19:26

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