10 days in, 40 days to go and I will be 50 years old.
I decided to do something a little different tonight. I went into the speaktherights.com photo vault and decided to comment on some of my favorite pictures in no particular order, other than I wish I had time to show more.
This basketball goal is on a tree in front of the house of one of my mother’s older sisters. The tree and the goal are outside of Forest, Mississippi on a road that hasn’t changed much in the over forty years of it that I can remember.
I will never forget the shiver up the spine I received when I looked at this on my Directv screen in 2016. Too cool. Thank you ladies.
Bob, Tim, and Davis lead blocking for me into Neyland Stadium in Knoxville to watch the third Saturday in October. That means BAMA and UT.
It means…
and a little…
That old boy was melting my earwax!
A great picture of Jarrett and Cody one day on Blue River fishing…and catching fish, I might add. Best photo I ever took with crappy old phone.
Carrie and me at Kingsport, TN to see a Train concert. We sat on a high school football field watching it. Thank you Eastman Corp. for sponsoring such an event that cost 20 bucks to attend.
Taking a photo of Carrie in front of the fictional Hill Street Station building in Chicago from the 80s cop show Hill Street Blues. I was a nervous wreck. “Lets be careful out there…”
While in Chicago, at the behest of dear old (he’s 50 already) friend, Kelly Samons, we went for a Pizano’s pie and it was a good call.
Imagine that. Me and my Dad at the Santa Monica Pier.
Don’t know how many of these I have in me. But this was a good day.
So was this. Taking a photo on a Friday from the Red Rocks stage near Denver. The next night it looked like this…
The Moody Blues, of course.
Me and my Granny looking at and reminiscing over her spoon collection. This photo was taken not long before she left us. I still miss her. The spoons are on a wall not far from where I am typing these words.
Never tire of these.
Working on a song with Rod Wurtele and Dr. Millard Dunn was a dream come true. An English professor, a Wulfe Brother, and me. I am a blessed man for sure.
There was never a better old hound. I told him so to the end.
The renaissance of North Harrison Football has been a dream come true. I got back just in time.
Before I left Medora, I got to Kiss the Bricks at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Made that trip three times with 4th grade class. Thanks to Mr. Disque and the kids for asking me to join them. It was great.
I’ll never claim photography skills. All I can say was the light was right. My friend Jerry Brown and his son Clay.
Adventures? Yes, I have had a few. But I can’t tell you how good it has been the past week to talk to kids heading off for visits at schools like Southern Illinois and East Tennessee State. The looks on their faces when I point out landmarks or have tangible knowledge about Carbondale, Illinois or Johnson City, Tennessee is priceless. They are glad I get it and I am glad I can help. Getting around a bit never hurt.
I think this photo was in the second post I put here. Bob and Davis took me to Fenway and there on the big board was Fisk’s iconic homer against the Reds in the ’75 World Series. Then they showed Fisk at the game that night. I could write about that night the rest of this one.
Speaking the rights…
Danny Johnson