tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post6807518210920867818..comments2024-03-11T05:03:14.020-07:00Comments on Ernie's Place: Ernie goes home.Ernie Branscombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391160783604462511noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-36563622680750343142008-08-23T17:05:00.000-07:002008-08-23T17:05:00.000-07:00Robin, I'm up at that time every day. I always giv...Robin, I'm up at that time every day. I always give people a bad time that start work at 8 or 9 am as working the swing shift. However they also get off work about the same time as me. <BR/><BR/>OregonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-67863489376375363462008-08-23T08:34:00.000-07:002008-08-23T08:34:00.000-07:00Up & posting at 3:45 A.M, Jimmy O?!! Old peop...Up & posting at 3:45 A.M, Jimmy O?!! Old people's hours! Pffft.Robin Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15282504761189889311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-81057638937869332622008-08-23T03:45:00.000-07:002008-08-23T03:45:00.000-07:00Robin, thank you. I feel much better now.OregonRobin, thank you. I feel much better now.<BR/><BR/>OregonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-45630858227584619142008-08-21T19:59:00.000-07:002008-08-21T19:59:00.000-07:00Don't worry... you qualify, Jimmy Oregon!Don't worry... you qualify, Jimmy Oregon!Robin Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15282504761189889311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-51751014649544503992008-08-20T16:05:00.000-07:002008-08-20T16:05:00.000-07:00Just how many years do you have to have under your...Just how many years do you have to have under your belt to qualify as a geezer? I've seen people at 50 that were much older than some I have known at 70.<BR/><BR/>OregonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-66849457895872098962008-08-20T01:17:00.000-07:002008-08-20T01:17:00.000-07:00I'm an old drummer myself. I didn't play like old...I'm an old drummer myself. I didn't play like old 3 kools though. Everything I played was spontaneous, like one long drum solo that never ended. But he's good at keeping a beat which is what a band drummer is supposed to do. Just like my friend Greg Elmore, the drummer for Quicksilver Messenger Service. Greg could always keep a beat and was good at being in the background. We used to jam with Lee Michaels when I was a Freshman back in 61. Lee was a prodigy and could play everything but drums. That's why it was only him and Frosty most of the time. I saw him play at 9 years of age in the garage he and his mom called home, The piano occupied most of the space. Lee only lived a 1/2 block away. He was the original garage band musician. My 97 year old dad invented the word honeypunk for use whenever he was talking to someone like you.spyrockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03685726716755909658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-14034189876968955652008-08-20T00:55:00.000-07:002008-08-20T00:55:00.000-07:00Re: Geezers,Hi honeypunk. Your West German is fo...Re: Geezers,<BR/>Hi honeypunk. Your West German <BR/>is four years shy of geezerhood himself. It's great that you can enjoy the same 3 chords played over and over but if you are smoking railroad that's probably all the music you can remember anyway. The question is how did 3 kools lose his left testicle? A rat thought it was cheese? If you are a true fan, you should know. <BR/>Real rock n roll was invented in the fifties, then in the 60's they called it pychedelic rock and when all their acid babies grew up they played punk rock. your kids will probably chant om and look like eckhart tolle.spyrockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03685726716755909658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-37798854769426164902008-08-20T00:52:00.000-07:002008-08-20T00:52:00.000-07:00Ernie, you rock. You soooo rock.Ernie, you rock. You soooo rock.USelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15551995221350532168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-38017164784861324482008-08-19T15:32:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:32:00.000-07:00Yeah, well, "Tre's" name is Frank, t...Yeah, well, "Tre's" name is Frank, too, ya little sh--!!! And, YES, I do know who he (& Green Day!) is.<BR/>Do you know who Larry Livermore is? <BR/>Ahahahahahah!<BR/>(-:Robin Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15282504761189889311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-4115882003103355762008-08-19T07:17:00.000-07:002008-08-19T07:17:00.000-07:00Geezer board???We knew Frank LLOYD Wright.Some of ...Geezer board???<BR/><BR/>We knew Frank LLOYD Wright.<BR/><BR/>Some of us here have our OWN band, and don't have to beat anybody else's drums.<BR/><BR/>Yes some of our ancestors did carve the Spyrock, petroglyphs. The Indian ones.<BR/><BR/>We are into, both, Rock and Rock & Roll.<BR/><BR/>We’ve found better things to “do” than cheese.<BR/><BR/>If I ever run across “TRE Cools” dad, I’d like to buy him a beer. A living Vietnam chopper pilot is a rare person indeed, and he has all of my respect that I can muster.<BR/><BR/>Yes we do have “Killer Weed” in every sense of the word.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous? You ain’t from around here. We all have names.Ernie Branscombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391160783604462511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-8891600196171499752008-08-19T01:13:00.000-07:002008-08-19T01:13:00.000-07:00Geez, how did I wind up here?? I was googling “Tre...Geez, how did I wind up here?? I was googling “Tre Cool” to see whether he lived in Willits or Laytonville after his dad was done flying choppers in ‘Nam. Somehow I wound up here. I read some of these postings. Looks like a message board for geezers. So you probably don’t know that Tre Cool is the drummer for Green Day. (“Who?”) His dad’s name is Frank Wright, in case anyone from Laytonville or Willits who isn’t senile might recall. Did some of your members carve the Spy Rock petroglyphs? I’m into rock, not rock art. Tre Cool’s best song is called “Like a Rat Does Cheese”. Guess what that’s about? Good luck with this message board of yours. With all the killer weed up there, it could be better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-16000136820625978472008-08-18T20:31:00.000-07:002008-08-18T20:31:00.000-07:00Jim... do you remember the way those turtles smell...Jim... do you remember the way those turtles smelled. Amazing our folks let us buy them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-60130616109995380072008-08-17T17:00:00.000-07:002008-08-17T17:00:00.000-07:00Well Ernie, Part of my "bullshistory" is that I te...Well Ernie, Part of my "bullshistory" is that I tell folks the big rock at Ridgewood Summit is Black Bart Rock. I have no excuse except that we need a rock to point to not something buried under the freeway like the soda spring at Long Valley Creek. I have the little book on Bart and it is good. In "Last of the West", Frank Azbill says that Bart was a guest at the Azbill place at Summit Valley and ate dinner with a lawman who was on his trail. With Azbill, you never know if it's the truth, but it's a good story. So that's my excuse and it's a great looking rock and not some dinky thing the size of an auto.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-51166589087790727132008-08-17T13:49:00.000-07:002008-08-17T13:49:00.000-07:00As a side note, I talked to a lady that knows wher...As a side note, I talked to a lady that knows where there are more rocks with Indian Writing on them and she has found quite a collection of arrowheads on her ranch.<BR/><BR/>I might do a post on "Snake Pit" sometime.Ernie Branscombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391160783604462511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-89171337076685604552008-08-17T13:42:00.000-07:002008-08-17T13:42:00.000-07:00Jim Have you been reading "Spyrocks" Comments?If I...Jim <BR/><BR/>Have you been reading "Spyrocks" Comments?<BR/><BR/>If I'm forced to be honest, that is pretty much her recollection of the location of the "Black Bart Rock". I only tease her about the location, and I have been careful not to mention any of the places that I thought, or have heard, that it might be. I really don't want to pass on any bad history. But, I’ll let her speak for herself if she will. She is gone until the middle of next week. Put when she returns I'm sure that she will be filled with glee that your description and hers are pretty much the same. Mom wins this one!Ernie Branscombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391160783604462511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-32339309415785143692008-08-17T13:20:00.000-07:002008-08-17T13:20:00.000-07:00Ernie-Re: Black Bart Rock - A good little book rec...Ernie-<BR/>Re: Black Bart Rock - A good little book recording Black Bart's various robberies from Siskiyou to Tulare Counties is titled "Black Bart" by George Hoeper, 1995. As a kid, we always pestered our parents to stop at Black Bart rock, (along with the "Snake Pit" near Confusion Hill) on the way to "the City" every three years to buy a new car on Van Ness Avenue and buy another batch of those little turtles with the American flags painted on their backs at Fisherman's Wharf. The turtles would invariably get lost under the couch or in the dirty clothes bag and die an ignominious death of one kind or another before the next trip rolled around. Our parents always had some kind of excuse not to stop at the snake pit or take a detour on the old highway to see Black Bart Rock, which they remembered seeing on their trips to the the City on the old road when they were kids. A few years ago, I determined to see the rock before I kicked off without completing at least one childhood desire, so I purchased the above referenced book, and stopped at the Mendocino County Historical Society to do some research. Here's what I found: On the afternoon of October 2, 1878, Black Bart stopped the Arcata to Ukiah stage at a spot about 10 miles north of Ukiah on Forsyth Creek - specifically between the confluence of mill creek and Forsythe Creek on the south and Wool Rock on the North. He was hidden behind a large rock "about the size of an automobile" according to old oral testimony from the Historical Society, on the east side of the road. It was apparently not bedrock, since the testimony of one "oldtimer" stated that it had toppled onto the old roadbed sometime after the freeway was completed. My brother was a geologist working for CalTrans when some additional work was done in the area in the 90's. He told me that CalTrans had to locate the rock during the EIR process. It was located within the area of fill necessary to perform the work, and was covered by the fill during the course of the work. Nevertheless, I hiked the old road north from it's intersection with the freeway south of Wool Rock, just to see for myself, and it looked like my brother was right. Bart only got a gold watch and $40 from the express box. The next day he held up the Covelo-Ukiah stage near Centerville on the Potterville valley road and the Sheriff tracked him 60 miles (Bart was on foot) east, only giving up when the trail petered out near Williams. Anyway, that satisfied my curiousity about Black Bart Rock for the time being. I'm anxious to here your Mom's version of it's location.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com