tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post7214078570955422300..comments2024-03-24T18:43:18.706-04:00Comments on Darwinfish 2: Barnstorming - The Beginningbluzdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-81307515835339247852024-03-24T14:18:39.042-04:002024-03-24T14:18:39.042-04:00"Like" ;)"Like" ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-20377442834897412062017-04-04T20:48:56.623-04:002017-04-04T20:48:56.623-04:00Thank you, Sweetpea. Wait til you see the next on...Thank you, Sweetpea. Wait til you see the next one.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-10927594737821945122017-04-04T19:16:41.537-04:002017-04-04T19:16:41.537-04:00This is my favorite post so far, I think. Though n...This is my favorite post so far, I think. Though not as amusing as some, nostalgic, which intrigues me... and reminds me of my youth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-23596552744980673462009-11-24T19:40:42.756-05:002009-11-24T19:40:42.756-05:00GUYS,
The beauty of it was that if something got s...GUYS,<br />The beauty of it was that if something got spilled (and it always did) it wasn't like, "Oh my God, the CARPET! It was concrete. We just wiped it up. (or not) Swept up any glass, continued the party... And party volume was also no matter, since we were in an out-building.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-35663623402564608982009-11-24T19:29:30.737-05:002009-11-24T19:29:30.737-05:00Times have changed for sure. You're right, par...Times have changed for sure. You're right, parents would get sent to jail for allowing booze and coed sleepovers. <br /><br />But "the barn" is something all parents need to create in their own homes. Maybe it's the basement or a family room or a shed or something. It's much better to be able to quietly supervise and deal with some chaos, than wonder what they're up to somewhere else.The Guy's Perspectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510543601654572968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-43776589743177846432009-11-24T19:28:49.152-05:002009-11-24T19:28:49.152-05:00Dad,
There but for the grace of God went us, befo...Dad, <br />There but for the grace of God went us, before we had the Barn to go to. That was a sad day.<br /><br />Cher,<br />3.2 beer was the bane of my existence! There were only about 6 beers you could get as Low, and it was usually the low-rent stuff. Except Michelob... we drank a lot of Mic, but it was probably just for the cool 6-pack carriers.<br /><br />Sometimes I'd try to sneak the good beer through at the checkout. The only way to tell which was which was the color of the bottlecaps. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.<br /><br />"Ooops! I must have grabbed the wrong one!"<br /><br />Then on my 21st birthday, I strode right up there with my High beer, just waiting to whip my ID on the cashier.<br /><br />Naturally, she never asked.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-26315314499880398902009-11-24T14:44:41.344-05:002009-11-24T14:44:41.344-05:00What a wonderfully nostalgic piece. It sounds like...What a wonderfully nostalgic piece. It sounds like you have some very supportive parents...and a Mom who made cinnamon buns! Does it get any better?<br /><br />Gosh I hadn't thought about 3.2 beer in ages. When I was in high school, the guys would brag about driving into West Viginia for 3.2 beer and the girls were all jealous. Yes, those were the days, my friend (thank you Mary Ann for the line).Cher Duncombehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00070334939399949702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-87934434408647862132009-11-24T12:26:22.711-05:002009-11-24T12:26:22.711-05:00We had "the barn" too. I think every sm...We had "the barn" too. I think every small town did.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00684328990767140199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-33757793778908949732009-11-24T09:37:09.782-05:002009-11-24T09:37:09.782-05:00you are so right, today I would be behind bars. BU...you are so right, today I would be behind bars. BUT I do recall all the kids being very sad the day a car load of kids, drinking and driving wrapped their car around a very sturdy maple tree and a carload of good kids died. DADAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-61957339782390961432009-11-23T20:22:23.040-05:002009-11-23T20:22:23.040-05:00"Those were the days, my Friend./I thought th..."Those were the days, my Friend./I thought they'd never end...".<br />Cinnamons Rule!<br />Tribal? Absolutely. You had your rules, etiquette, elders and clan purpose. One for All and All for One. We gather here to have some fun.<br />Long Live the BARN.Mary Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07436313849372588111noreply@blogger.com