Dropped it right down on stuckeys’

 

Dropped it right down on stuckeys’






    From one of the legendary transcontinental road trips that two cousins took across America in the middish 1970's. Kevin and Greg gathered up a few necessities, including a camp stove, a tent, recreational drugs and these new music delivery systems called audio-cassettes. The boys were like like Simon and Garfunkel sang:

 "Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

They've all come to look for America

All come to look for America

All come to look for America"

     As the years went by Greg seemed to remember every day of these trips in detail and kept reminding us about "on July 17th. 1977 in Utica, Illinois...etc etc etc Their days on the road were remembered not just for the places they visited but for the actual voyage on the wheels of a little blue Datsun. It was the beginning of one of my life's favorite hobbies that was making cassette tape mixes of sounds and songs pleasing to friends. In the case of "Herr Schmidt" and "Greggo" I knew their tastes but tried to throw in odd stuff like John Wayne making a patriotic speech or "sounds from the barnyard." (when a lamb is seperated from her ewe she gives her characteristic bah") They heard for the first time "Dy Bando's Dandies," "Audiophiliacs Only," and "Armchair Groove." among a dozen or so pieces of sonic history.  Back to the tape title which was a stop on the road in the middle of America where a garrelous good old boy was releasing some hot air in the presence of the lads who had stopped to refuel. He was describing the power of a cyclone that passed through the area and said it picked up a building and "dropped it right down on Stuckeys." Little did the old feller realize his words would be repeated in 2024. Uhyep.



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  1. KentOctober 24, 2024 at 6:19 PM

    The AC unit in the Datsun was called Nipon Denso

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