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Shootin’ the Breeze With Jimmy

I’ve never been one to get star-struck over celebrities; they never struck me as anybody special; just folks like everybody else, only they had a pretty fun-looking job. Now, my brother, Ken, he gets all google-eyed and tongue-tied around famous folks; has a pretty hard time remembering their names, too. Check out my story, Dandy Don, and you’ll see a good example of what I’m talking about. This story, though, is about the time I met a celebrity when I was about nineteen or twenty years old. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blue Chip Stamps

In my story, Shootin the Breeze With Jimmy, I mentioned working at the Gulf gas station in Buckeye, Arizona. I was out of high school, and was bouncing around from job to job, trying to find a good one. Good jobs were scarce in the little farm community, and I finally had to move to the big city of Phoenix. At that time—the late sixties/early seventies, the big city on ly had a population of 500,000 or so. It’s grown just a wee bit since then. Read the rest of this entry »

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Shootin’ the Breeze With Jimmy

I’ve never been one to get star-struck over celebrities; they never struck me as anybody special; just folks like everybody else, only they had a pretty fun-looking job. Now, my brother, Ken, he gets all google-eyed and tongue-tied around famous folks; has a pretty hard time remembering their names, too. Check out my story, Dandy Don, and you’ll see a good example of what I’m talking about. This story, though, is about the time I met a celebrity when I was about nineteen or twenty years old. Read the rest of this entry »

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