Weekend off who are we?

Thought perhaps I would start a post to give some folks new and old a chance to throw some thoughts around in social manner. Me, I don't do facebook and the like so don't follow strangers that much an old world sort. Anyway........................
I think I joined the planet when it first started then was offline and out of touch for awhile.
Getting plans together for the Glen and giving some thoughts to renting a small moving van and going to Pocono. The only reason for that is that one guy can't make the Glen and wants to hit a race.
We tend to go over the top when we go to races as far as the cooking and "carrying on" goes, the way we look at it is there is no other way, and we still show up saying "we shoulda", always making food for folks who stroll by.
Myself i've been to maybe 18 races, and hit the local track Holland. Build stock car models (secondary market decals make the choices endless) as a hobby. Fish often enough to keep my head out of the grind. Looking forward to the Glen perhaps you can join us for all the wings you can eat!
Race story: Pocono 4 years or so ago. There was a group that was acting a bit wild and hairy in the staging line Saturday night for the dash into the infield. Luck would have it we ended up right next to them along the fence. Sunday morning the three guys of the group are like "man that food smells good". So i'm like hey after we all make our plates you guys can eat what's left, there's plenty. Then two women wake up from the "setup". So I tell the guys sorry man ladies first, so after the two ladies eat one guy eats what was left, fried potatoes eggs bacon and "camp toast". So now we are sitting on the top of the truck and I see some movement in the back of their pickup under the blankets. There's two kids about 11 years old, at this point all I have was some fruit and drinks, without lighting the grill and all. These people ate while the kids had nothing and they knew it and never said anything. Well, for dinner those kids had a nice steak dinner and for some odd reason we only had enough for them. Then the guys are offering to buy a roast from us and fighting (with each other) one of the girls even came under our tent and helped herself to our beer....and left the cooler open to boot. What a group, their kids ate well but it never ends sometimes. You never know and I smiled the whole time. Now if I could only recall who won.

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Permalink Reply by WJM on July 13, 2010 at 6:15pm

Who am I? You know me, we always called each other good fellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us." You understand? We were good fellas. Wiseguys. But Bruce and I could never be made because we had Irish blood. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old country.

See, it's the highest honor they can give you. It means you belong to a family and crew. It means that nobody can mess around with you. It also means you could mess around with anybody just as long as they aren't also a member. It's like a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far as Bruce was concerned with Bruno being made, it was like we were all being made. We would now have one of our own as a member.

Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke, I'd go out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over.

And that's the hardest part. Today everything is different; there's no action... have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food - right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce, and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody... get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

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Permalink Reply by Sherri Fryer on July 13, 2010 at 8:35pm

You are a very entertaining man . I enjoyed reading this .

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Permalink Reply by alan4s on July 13, 2010 at 9:17pm

I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
I'm strong to the "Finich"
'Cause I eats me spinach
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man.
I'm one tough Gazookus
Which hates all Palookas
Wot ain't on the up and square
I biffs 'em and buffs 'em
An' always out-roughs 'em
an' none of 'em gits no-where.
If anyone dasses to risk
My "Fisk" it's "Boff" an'
It's "Wham" un 'erstan'?
So, keep "Good Behavor"
That's your one life saver
With Popeye the Sailor Man.

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Permalink Reply by WJM on July 13, 2010 at 9:28pm

For 50 years I wondered what the hell he was singing. Thanks, Alan.

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Permalink Reply by Dave-O on July 14, 2010 at 12:35am

I am Cow, hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And I look good on the barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cream cheese and butter's
Made from liquid from my udders
I am Cow, I am Cow, Hear me moo (moo)

I am Cow, eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when I belch
Oh, the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am Cow, I am Cow, I've got gas

I am Cow, here I stand
Far and wide upon this land
And I am living everywhere
From B.C. to Newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am Cow, I am Cow, I am Cow
I am Cow, I am Cow, I am Cow!