Category: Pics

Put Another Dime In The Jukebox, Baby

72 Cactus

I’ve played several jukebox songs at bars lately, and I only play from the “discount” list because I can’t in good conscience pay more than $1 per song, which is what the cheap rate is. Some folks even pay $2 so that they can get their song played NEXT, which I feel is incredibly poor manners. Whatever happened to first come, first serve? I guess the rich win that round.

Stand Beside Her And Guide Her

Bessie Richardson of Winnsboro, South Carolina, displays the American flag that she has painstakingly crocheted, 1975, Kuralt’s “Southerners”

Riding In The Boogie Woogie

Teens from a migratory labor camp pose in The Boogie Woogie jalopy outside the post office in Belle Glade, Florida in 1940. They don’t look much different than teens of today.

Kuralt’s Southerners

I’m Just Going To Go Stand Next To Myself

Miss Eloise Roach, high school French teacher, holds her translation of “Three Hundred Poems” by Juan Ramon Jimenez, who does not sound French at all.

1963 Comet

It Ain’t No Woman Flesh And Blood

“… it’s that damned old rodeo,” sang Garth Brooks. And while he was singing abut it, Lisa Eisner was attending rodeos and snapping shots across the country. In her 2000 book, Rodeo Girl, we see glimpses of rodeo life, to which many folks are never privy.

However, I think most of us are familiar with this body language.

90s kicker fashion was hard to accept. Those uncomfortable buttoned tops that barely made it to your belly button, and the Rocky Mountain jeans that absolutely did.

Pair it with perms and vertical stripes, and you’re in like Flynn.

A sash means you’re somebody.

Hanging with friends in low places.

Don’t forget your skill set, girls!

Come back tomorrow for some backstage scenes!