awesome(totally)

i really don't care for anything being awesome, i didn't really care for groovey so why can't it just be ok? eg. that shirt is awesome,narely,radical,bitchin,cool,groovey,swell,ok. it's only a word,but it's not awesome

brent hamilton blackstone pg4

it was 1965 when we moved into the  home in foster manor, or was it 1966 i'm really not sure but things were alright, brad, bruce and i slept in the basement but it was finished to resemble another floor of the ranch home, mom eventually went back to school for her degree in teaching, dad took up flying homing pigeon's as a hobby, barbie was still a baby, and it was the weird sixties with the vietnam war,hippies, and bell bottoms. when we moved we were still sort of young but in several years we discovered girls, cars, marijuana, beer, and a new type of fun.brad,bruce, and our friends were constantly playing football,baseball, and basketball and some of us were really good but i guess no one was really that good, but we did have our individual moments of greatness. if only we would have devoted all that time to something like the piano or guitar, but i suppose it doesn't really matter,no matter what it would be first you need the natural ability. junior high school was quite a time it started out with my brother(brad), ans several friends and me going to the ohio state fair with the intention of seeing the james gang featuring joe walsh this would have been 1971 and the long hairs were thick and we were just young and all eager to be cool dudes, i don't remember ever actually seeing the james gang but i was definately tired for my first day of 7th grade. junior high was held at glenford, east of thornville approximately 7 miles the building it was held in was once glenford's high school and was really in need of demolition, the boys locker room actually had a dirt floor,"it was disgusting," the music room/industrial arts room wasn't any better, but it was 7th grade and everyday was new, sort of. in 7th grade i had my first taste of rejection, i can still remember the feeling of not making the basketball team it really hurt. i also began to discover girls in 7th grade. in 8th grade we were the first class in the new jr. high building, the building was located next to the high school between somerset,glenford, and thornville. it was in the 8th grade that the hormones went bezerk, it was where i also met "ERNIE."ernie was a strange kid not a very good athlete but fair to poor not a good student, and not very good looking, but he was sort of fun to be around and always eager to party. in athletic's i grew some between 7th and 8th grade so i developed into a good football player a fair basketball player, and a fairly fast track runner and high jumper. high school was quite an experience the discovery of girls was fabulous, at that age my hormones were going a little more than berserk. my friends and i were now experimenting with drugs and alcohol, nothing serious but on occasion. in school i had above average grades but i always enjoyed blue collar jobs like farming, working at the elevator,etc. in fact during my years in high school i had jobs at the elevator and at bob cooperrider's farm and driving a grain truck, so i always seemed to have a little money for a six pack or a bag of pot. the summer after my sophamore year i along with some friends were out partying one saturday night and while driving through thornville the police stopped us i was setting in the back of pat hunt's father's van stoned, the van pulled over in front of the lutheran church on rt.204, i must have crushed the girls(nan kelber,kathy montel?) who were sitting in the front seat with pat hunt driving, but i was frantic. after getting out of the van i ran and i was scared, i out ran one of thornville's deputies, all i can remember is my heart beating, i later found out the deputies thought i was jim walser's older brother donald which i felt was a compliment because of his speed.when i arrived home i hurriedly took my clothes off and hopped into bed as though nothing had happened, i woke brad up who was sleeping in the bed beside mine and he asked me why i was breathing so hard? i really don't remember exactly what i said. i was really scared what my mother and father would say, it just so happened that when this occured my father was mayor of thornville and they had left brad and me at home while they were in canada on a fishing vacation,"i wonder if they caught any?" the court of perry county didn't charge me with anything but i was kicked off the football team for my junior year of high school, and thank god my mother or father never really said much about it. i failed to mention all the passengers in the "big bust," brian jones,brian cooperider, charlie billings, some guy they called moondog(it was the early 70's), pat hunt,nan kelber,kathy montel,lisa van sickel?

it was really exciting but at the time i was scared shitless.

brent hamilton blackstone pg3

after the pink house located near buckeye lake in central ohio it was off to wilmington,ohio where my father got a better paying job at landmark feeds, landmark had huge concrete silo's for grain storage i remember setting on top of one 4th of july to watch the firework's the silo's were 100 ft high, and the fire works were great. it was in the mid sixties when we lived in wilmington and i was confused by the reaction the spencer girls had with the Beatles, the spencer girls,"at least some of them," were teenagers and absolutely nuts about the beatles"they had a large family." brad and some neighborhood kids and myself,"when not in school," would spend our time riding bikes and playing."in 1964 while we were still living in the pink house on a sunday night after returning from grandpa and grandma elder's we watched the Beatles's for their first appearance in the usa on ed sullivan," and as i remember even as a small child i was impressed by the sound. it was in wilmington that i had my first experience with organized athletics i was on a little league team i remembered being afraid a hit ball would smash my face while attempting to catch it, and the thrill of getting a hit. while in wilmington i started the second grade, i didn't do all that great and of course brad got straight A's, so brad if you're reading this "bite me." my father must have been doing fairly well at landmark because christmas seemed better, it seemed as though we recieved more better quality toys. i don't remember the exact date but grampa blackstone picked mom,brad,bruce,betsy and myself up one day and off we went to live in thornville at grandma and grandpa's. i was still in second grade but now i was back at thornville elementary and my aunt was my teacher,the divorced mrs. brown. mrs. brown(aunt annie) was and is a beautiful woman, i always thought it was cool that she was my aunt, and my teacher, she was also my son's kindergarten teacher when he went to thornville elementary, since then they've torn the building down and built a new, modern building, besides my son and myself, brad,bruce,betsy,barbie, my dad and grandmother attended thornville. staying with my grandparents was quite an experience i loved every moment, walser's lived next door and we played "at times," in a empty lot that separated the homes, jim walser was my age, always a "big dude," and a good athlete, he had an older brother and two older sister's, i remember once jim was talking about "the beatles," and i was thinking the entire time he was talking about insect beatles, but i was only in 2nd grade. after several months mom and dad eventually did get back together and my younger sister barbie came along and my parents had the house built in foster manor, still in thornville but at the time on the edge of town.

ok

she wasn't very pretty, not ugly but not pretty. but oh how that girl could dance, and it didn't matter which or what dance she loved them all square dance,the jitter-bug,flamingo she loved them all. she loved to dance but it was diffacult for her to find a partner, number one she wasn't very pretty, and the wooden leg made finding a partner challenging at times.

brent hamilton blackstone pg1

i was born september 12,1956 in Wichita falls, texas so i have no memories of texas, i'm really not even sure of the time i spent their? a year, maybe two? my first memory was when my mother,father, brother brad and myself were living at a house i think my grandfather(jerry) owned at point beautiful on buckeye lake and around 1or 2 miles from thornville, and 1 mile from the thornville elevator where my father worked. i really don't have any memories of the time i spent at the point beautiful home other than being bathed in a wash tub and my brother brad yanking me out of buckeye lake when i somehow found myself in over my head, brad was probably 3 or 4 and i would have been 2 or 3, to young for the boys to be playing baywatch.                               next we moved to washington courthouse where my father was employed by another grain elevator "red rose feeds." brad was in kindergarten and i was just beginning to have memories.             i remember mom cooking or rather frying egg-plant for supper one night and i didnt like it very well which was quite unusual for me because normally i'd eat practically anything, i  also have memories of the house being very large and having my mother wipe my butt, which by the way is embarrassing. i also remember walking into an elderly neighbor ladies home and swiping her candies that later mom made me apologize for. and that's about it except for picking out a cheap toy at the dentist office, and there was a time when grandpa jerry stayed a day or two with us when he and grandma were fighting, which was normal for them.

what?

and if they didn't have any television              we'd have more time to discuss what's really on our mind but there is so i'll keep quiet so would you stop looking like i took the last piece of pie i've got better things to do, what?

21?

i woke up this morning, and like every other morning, lately, i crawled to the floor. time has pulled a cruel trick on me. i hurt all over, hair's springing up all over except where you want it too, there's something not quite right with my prostate even though i recently had it checked,"and what a thrill." so although i'm just 52 and not quite ready for the bone pile i can safely say getting old sucks.