Dang, RC and Bill,
Y'all givin me ideas to post of music that leads to memories.
And you know memories lead to stories.....
Let me throw in one more "laid-back tune" that reminds me of my Pop.
First, the story....
My Pop was a good man. He was the product of a widowed Mom who needed help around the farm.
Pop quit school in the third grade.
He reached his "maturity" in the late 50's when he met my Mom, they got married and my Sister was born in 1958.
18 months later, you get Scott.
(Pop in the 60's)
Pop was a proud man, of German Descent.
However, with his last name, it is hard growing up during WWII.
Even his middle name was "Dietrich." (actually a variation thereof....)
My Father enlisted, or was drafted for US Naval Service
but was not accepted due to an eye injury that had occurred in his youth.
Things went by smoothly, as far as stupid Scott could tell,
until one day my Mom and Pop were getting divorced.
A pic or two of my youth...

(my Sister, Pop and Me)

(this was a vacation in Arkansas. Me, Pop and my Sister, Penny)
Anyway,
The divorce occurred when I was a Senior in High School and I'd already volunteered for the Army as an MP.
I finished High School, worked the summer and went active duty Sept. 1977.
To make this long story longer,
Years later, my Pop became an alcoholic.
He was banned from all of the local bars.
Judges knew him by name and sight......
More in a minute...
Scott