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Post by Dramatwist on Mar 3, 2019 8:24:17 GMT -5
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area in the '60s. I live here now.
I've been a musician (among other things) since Elvis.
I used to frequent a music store in San Francisco (no longer there) and a strange phenomena would always happen: Japanese tourists would approach me and say... "Aren't you Neal Schon?" (Santana, Journey).
Now, I look nothing like Neal Schon. Not even close.
Maybe it was my hair.
Anyway, one day, after such an encounter, I was sitting on an amp, trying out a bass, and this guy approached me. He remarked "f***ing sucks, doesn't it?"
It was the genuine Neal Schon.
True story.
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Post by LSUTigersFan on Mar 3, 2019 10:12:37 GMT -5
I'll add one...
So, during Desert Shield, I was a Lance Corporal in the S2 (Intelligence) section of Marine Fighter Attack Squadron 314 (VMFA-314) the "Black Knights." We were stationed at Sheikh Isa airbase in Bahrain (a/k/a "Shake Easy's"). The base was essentially split up into main compounds - one for the Marines in GP tents, admin buildings, hangars and maintenance facilities and the other was comprised of the Air Force guys in air-conditioned tents and the pilots in a barracks/hotel on base. There were also two chow halls - one for the Marines and the main one by the Air Force and pilot's barracks area. Naturally, the Air Force had the better chow, until the SeeBees showed up (the SeeBees will always hold a special place in my heart given the quality of their chow). In order to try to get the pilots out of the barracks, the Bahrainis built a group of canvas tents with crappy window AC units. The units worked about 10% of the time, and you could not roll the sides up like with GP tent for any cross wind. They were essentially ovens. Well, the pilots said "hell, no." -314 and another squadron (I cannot recall who) were assigned to those tents, which was pretty much in the middle between the two compounds on the base perimeter road. Being so close, we were "allowed" to eat at the Air Force chow hall; although, everyone referred to it as the "Bahraini chow-hall."
On day, my NCOIC (Sgt. Smith) and I were eating lunch at the Bahraini chow-hall. I am not sure why we were eating there together, as we normally ate lunch at the Marine chow-hall, and we spent most of the campaign on different shifts. So, I can only assume this was early in the campaign.
Regardless, I recall that were exhausted, as we had been pulling 13 hour shifts, 7 days a week. We were eating side by side essentially staring down at our food. At some point during our meal, someone sat down at the table across from us. Without having yet looked up from our food, a woman said "Hello, what are your names?" We both looked up into the eyes of Brooke Shields dressed in desert cammies. At the time, she would have been 25, and I lack the command of the English language to do her beauty justice. I just pray the first words out of my mouth were not "Holy f_ck!"
She was there as part of Bob Hope's USO show, and as we were an involuntary (but wholly wiling) part of a photoshoot, it was just her, Sgt. Smith and myself. We made small talk for about a half hour with her, before we finished our meals. We got up, and she hugged us both, and she walked with us to clean our trays.
It was not a bad day, and we were the talk of the squadron for a while.
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Post by oldcajun123 on Mar 3, 2019 10:28:01 GMT -5
 I’ll add to Patrick’s military story. I was in Norfolk Naval Hospital, shot thru the side of the knee , it got infected as all South Asia eventually got. Bought my first pipe there at the Geedunk. This Captain nurse came once a week, checked everybodys wound out, figured she was the Lookie Lookie checkie checkie for upper echelons. She always had a big arse spoon in her white coat pocket, I wondered what the hell. I found out one day what it was for, a new arrival had pungi stick wounds around the groin, had fallen and was impaled, she went to his bed and put her hands under the sheet, moving her hand around his manhood slowly rose and then it was a blue viener, She pulled out her big spoon, gave it a whack, down came crashing the blue veiner I knew then, damn that was cruel.
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Post by Scott W on Mar 3, 2019 11:35:21 GMT -5
Both funny military stories but most importantly, THANK YOU for your service you our country. True heroes in every sense of the word. Brooke Shields in cammys would be enough to raise my sail anyday BTW. |
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Post by papipeguy on Mar 3, 2019 17:30:11 GMT -5
I was at a theater one night with my wife and 2 women came up to me and asked if I was Chris Noth (Mr. Big on Sex & the City). I had no idea who he was at the time my wife got a big kick out of it and explained who the actor was afterward. It's happened a few times since though I don't see any resemblance. I guess there are worse to be mistaken for in life.
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Post by Legend Lover on Mar 3, 2019 18:04:18 GMT -5
I was at a theater one night with my wife and 2 women came up to me and asked if I was Chris Noth (Mr. Big on Sex & the City). I had no idea who he was at the time my wife got a big kick out of it and explained who the actor was afterward. It's happened a few times since though I don't see any resemblance. I guess there are worse to be mistaken for in life. I can see it. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 18:19:21 GMT -5
I used to be mistaken for Dan Fouts in my younger days, which somehow morphed into Al from Home Improvement in my mid-40s.  |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 18:43:11 GMT -5
I was at a theater one night with my wife and 2 women came up to me and asked if I was Chris Noth (Mr. Big on Sex & the City). I had no idea who he was at the time my wife got a big kick out of it and explained who the actor was afterward. It's happened a few times since though I don't see any resemblance. I guess there are worse to be mistaken for in life. That was a good compliment👍 Chris Noth is a man’s man and in my opinion an excellent actor. |
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I’ll add to Patrick’s military story. I was in Norfolk Naval Hospital, shot thru the side of the knee , it got infected as all South Asia eventually got. Bought my first pipe there at the Geedunk. This Captain nurse came once a week, checked everybodys wound out, figured she was the Lookie Lookie checkie checkie for upper echelons. She always had a big arse spoon in her white coat pocket, I wondered what the hell. I found out one day what it was for, a new arrival had pungi stick wounds around the groin, had fallen and was impaled, she went to his bed and put her hands under the sheet, moving her hand around his manhood slowly rose and then it was a blue viener, She pulled out her big spoon, gave it a whack, down came crashing the blue veiner I knew then, damn that was cruel.
