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[1HuskerDad]

 

[Omar Little]

 

[1HuskerDad]

Underrated Movie Villain:

The Mom from A Christmas Story

- Sends Randy to school with zero arm mobility
- Encourages Randy to eat his food like a pig at the dinner table
- Isn’t happy when her husband wins a Major Award
- Snitches on Flick and tells his mom that he’s to blame for Ralphie saying the F word.
- Breaks the leg lamp on purpose
- Makes Ralphie open Aunt Clara’s gift as present #1 and makes him go put it on.

 

[Tell_Sackett]

Our next door neighbor who was also "Mr Bob" was a "real" Santa Claus and he came over to the house multiple years to see the kids when they were little and sit with them and take pictures. They never showed any indication they knew who he was.

A few years later, our youngest had to take a picture of herself with Santa Claus to school when she was aged 6 or so. I printed off a pic and she looked at it and said... Santa looks a lot like Mr. Bob.

Nah honey, I don't see that at all.

 

[Tell_Sackett]

Amazon Prime has 197 episodes of 1982 Price is Right if you need to relive this. My kids love watching them. The prices are hilarious... Cars are $6k, but a 25 in Color TV is $1500. But they didn't understand why all the women kissed Bob.

 

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[BradWesley]

 

[LoudHogRider]

In 1976, the "Freedom Train" came to Omaha, and the Millard HS chapter of DECA somehow got involved and when our teacher, Mr. Lind, indicated that a day off of school was available to a volunteer chauffeur for the event, I suffered my 1st shoulder injury snapping my arm up in class to be selected for this duty.

I got there early in the morning, and some local dignitaries had already arrived ... but not the limousine. Just before 8 a.m., Mayor Gene Leahy tracks me down and say, "You're the chauffeur, right? I need a ride up to the Kiewit Building on 38th and Farnam right now!" "Sure thing, Mr. Mayor, but we'll have to take my car." Like most teenage kids of that era, my whip was in a constant state of repair as I attempted to transition it to a hot rod. Anyway, Mayor Gene got his ride in a car with open headers. "Jesus, this thing is loud" he attempted to communicate in between huffing cigarettes for the 5 minute ride. I've never seen a man so happy to get out of a car in my life.

The limo was there when I returned, and my 1st stop was the airport to pick up a "rock band" called "King Harvest". They had one commercial success (Dancing in the Moonlight), and I was anxious to hear about the debauchery associated with being rock stars. It turns out these guys were into transcendental meditation and yoga and didn't even do drugs.

They played a set on the stage, and midway through their set I had to head back to the airport to pick up the "star" of the day: Mike Love of the "Beach Boys" (dear reader, I KNEW you were wondering where this rambling ass story was leading and why was it tied to the video posted above!). Mike was an arrogant dick, BUT ... he was literally traveling with the "Doublemint Twins" and their 17 year old younger sister. Jackpot.

When we got back to the old train station parking lot on 10th street (where the event was held), King Harvest transitioned from their stuff to playing "backup band" for Mike Love and played all the old Beach Boys hits. My job was to entertain the younger sister, which mostly consisted of dancing with her during the concert. Things were going very well in young LHR's mind when I got ripped out of the crowd to go back to the airport to pick up the next celebrity: Hugh O'Brien.

At this point, we picked up a woman that was associated with the event, and she couldn't be been a ruder woman. She insisted on riding in back with Mr. O'Brien and he was ready to exit the vehicle by the time he arrived at the station. I made a couple of runs back and forth to the old Hilton/Red Lion on 16th and Dodge to get King Harvest and Mike Love/entourage situated and returned to pick up Mr. O'Brien to conclude the event and my responsibilities as the chauffeur. I remember opening the back door, drivers side to let the woman in, then went around the limo to let Mr. O'Brien in the passenger side and he quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Why don't I ride up front with you instead of back there with her!". Oooh, was she pissed.

Anyway, Mr. O'Brien shook my hand and thanked me for my help and assistance during the day, I got to meet the Mayor, Mike Love and the Doublemint Twins and their cute little sister, and my Mom wouldn't let me wash my hand for a week since it shook Hugh O'Brien's hand.

Thanks for reading my story.

 

[1HuskerDad]

Amazon Prime has 197 episodes of 1982 Price is Right if you need to relive this. My kids love watching them. The prices are hilarious... Cars are $6k, but a 25 in Color TV is $1500. But they didn't understand why all the women kissed Bob.

There is also a 24/7 channel of the Bob Barker era Price Is Right on Pluto TV. Drives my wife crazy when I sit down and watch it. She’s amazed when I can guess the price of a 1983 Escort within $300 though too!😉😂

BETTER TIMES!

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[Tell_Sackett]

There is also a 24/7 channel of the Bob Barker era Price Is Right on Pluto TV. Drives my wife crazy when I sit down and watch it. She’s amazed when I can guess the price of a 1983 Escort within $300 though too!😉😂

BETTER TIMES!

In a few episodes we've watched, they've given away a bunch of Escorts, and Pontiac T1000's. Absolute trash cars. They have, however, also given away one Jeep CJ7 Renegade and an old Toyota 4x4 truck that would be in high demand now. A lady in the episode I watched last night won 2 Ford Escorts in the game and a Toyota 4x4 in the showcase. She looked like Rose from the Golden Girls and was literally melting down on screen, practically hyperventilating.

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[Huskerforlife]

 

[Huskerforlife]

 

[MtnHusker]

 

[Huskerforlife]

 

[1HuskerDad]

In 1976, the "Freedom Train" came to Omaha, and the Millard HS chapter of DECA somehow got involved and when our teacher, Mr. Lind, indicated that a day off of school was available to a volunteer chauffeur for the event, I suffered my 1st shoulder injury snapping my arm up in class to be selected for this duty.

I got there early in the morning, and some local dignitaries had already arrived ... but not the limousine. Just before 8 a.m., Mayor Gene Leahy tracks me down and say, "You're the chauffeur, right? I need a ride up to the Kiewit Building on 38th and Farnam right now!" "Sure thing, Mr. Mayor, but we'll have to take my car." Like most teenage kids of that ear, my whip was in a constant state of repair as I attempted to transition it to a hot rod. Anyway, Mayor Gene got his ride in a car with open headers. "Jesus, this thing is loud" he attempted to communicate in between huffing cigarettes for the 5 minute ride. I've never seen a man so happy to get out of a car in my life.

The limo was there when I returned, and my 1st stop was the airport to pick up a "rock band" called "King Harvest". They had one commercial success (Dancing in the Moonlight), and I was anxious to hear about the debauchery associated with being rock stars. It turns out these guys were into transcendental meditation and yoga and didn't even do drugs.

They played a set on the stage, and midway through their set I had to head back to the airport to pick up the "star" of the day: Mike Love of the "Beach Boys" (dear reader, I KNEW you were wondering where this rambling ass story was leading and why was it tied to the video posted above!). Mike was an arrogant dick, BUT ... he was literally traveling with the "Doublemint Twins" and their 17 year old younger sister. Jackpot.

When we got back to the old train station parking lot on 10th street (where the event was held), King Harvest transitioned from their stuff to playing "backup band" for Mike Love and played all the old Beach Boys hits. My job was to entertain the younger sister, which mostly consisted of dancing with her during the concert. Things were going very well in young LHR's mind when I got ripped out of the crowd to go back to the airport to pick up the next celebrity: Hugh O'Brien.

At this point, we picked up a woman that was associated with the event, and she couldn't be been a ruder woman. She insisted on riding in back with Mr. O'Brien and he was ready to exit the vehicle by the time he arrived at the station. I made a couple of runs back and forth to the old Hilton/Red Lion on 16th and Dodge to get King Harvest and Mike Love/entourage situated and returned to pick up Mr. O'Brien to conclude the event and my responsibilities as the chauffeur. I remember opening the back door, drivers side to let the woman in, then went around the limo to let Mr. O'Brien in the passenger side and he quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Why don't I ride up front with you instead of back there with her!". Oooh, was she pissed.

Anyway, Mr. O'Brien shook my hand and thanked me for my help and assistance during the day, I got to meet the Mayor, Mike Love and the Doublemint Twins and their cute little sister, and my Mom wouldn't let me wash my hand for a week since it shook Hugh O'Brien's hand.

Thanks for reading my story.

Great story