Harry Handy on Dreams (Blogophila 37.8)

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! It's Harry Handy on WOFT. I'm the randiest, dandiest D.J. in all oldies radio and I'm here to fuel your Geritol dreams. Dreams of long ago and far away, when you were sixteen and stupid. What's that you say? You weren't stupid? So, give me your answer to this.



Yep. your past is NEVER far from the Google archives.And I am willing to go where no man (or imaginary DJ) has gone before to find it. (And this was the safe for work one).

Speaking of Geritol Dreams, if you are man that is older than ol' Harry, you may have lusted after Ann-Margaret. Her red head meant fiery times alone in the dark. The girls hated her because she (along with a lot of others) date Elvis. The guys just wanted her. These days, she likes her privacy, but I'm willing to ignore that.


Yes, you were Dazed and Confused.


Then you got older. Found a girl and supposedly got wiser. Then you became this song.


Now your doctor is telling you to give up smoking and liquor. Weed and speed left long ago after the girl above put her foot down. She's managed to hang on, though, through thick and thin. And you appreciate that, simply because you can now watch your own kids in their struggles and lost dreams.

Misery does love company, doesn't it?

Weird thing, after so many years of living you have the material to follow that rock and roll dream, but none of the talent and energy.

And you realize that sermon the Preacher said long ago is true.

It's all in vain.



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Topic-Doris Emmett

Pic-Tyler Myrth.

Pic guesses: To go where no man... (in blog), Trek, Enterprise, Kirk, Star date, Spock, Bones, Explore, Klingon, Marvin's visitor, Earthling leaving the nest,

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  1. ClariceNovember 1, 2015 at 3:27 PM

    lst

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  2. ClariceNovember 1, 2015 at 3:32 PM

    That Volkswagen pic brought back memories of one night 3 guys and 2 girls attaching inner-tubes to a red Volkswagen and floating it out to an island. Said car belonging to the current Latin teacher at the high school.
    I'll never tell who those 5 were (one looked suspiciously like me)

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    1. Another Government EmployeeNovember 1, 2015 at 3:37 PM

      Yes, a similar concept. I never rode a VW down the river (although I did help put one on the roof of the high school), I have floated many other not sea worthy craft down.

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    2. AnonymousNovember 6, 2015 at 8:10 PM

      Very fun read here Christopher :) ~Christine W.

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  3. UnknownNovember 1, 2015 at 5:13 PM

    the days of the past floating on dreams , very nice write

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  4. Tyler MyrthNovember 2, 2015 at 4:44 AM

    Always living the dream or is that living to dream?

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  5. AnonymousNovember 2, 2015 at 4:14 PM

    You can always depend on Harry Handy to remind you of days gone by!!! 8 points, Earthling!!

    -Marvin Martian

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  6. AnonymousNovember 2, 2015 at 10:45 PM

    I enjoyed this. I can almost hear his voice laughing and joking with his audience. And I really like the Harry Chapin video. I've never heard that song before. I love the words.

    Leta

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    1. Another Government EmployeeNovember 3, 2015 at 6:10 AM

      Yeah, I listened to radio a lot back then. Still kind of wish I had gotten my license.

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    2. AnonymousNovember 6, 2015 at 5:46 PM

      I listen to the radio a lot. Then, and now. I love music but when there's a good DJ on, I always try to listen to him all the time. I loved listening to Wolfman Jack - back in the day. If you had gotten your license, you would have so many more stories to tell. :) :) -Leta

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    3. Another Government EmployeeNovember 6, 2015 at 8:40 PM

      I have a few from hanging around. It's a strange business, for sure.

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  7. AnonymousNovember 6, 2015 at 6:12 PM

    I used to like listening to Wolfman Jack. I still listen to the radio, but it's not one of those hip-hop stations. :) As to being sixteen and stupid...I was sixteen once, but never stupid. LOL

    Irene

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  8. UnknownNovember 7, 2015 at 12:00 AM

    So very creative. I love it! I remember listening to Wolfman Jack too. Wonderful piece!

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  9. DiaNovember 14, 2015 at 1:46 PM

    Awesome post! :)

    DJ

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