| Re: The Beatles caused the disintegration of mankind
b_baka wrote:
> Maggie wrote:
> > Art Harris wrote:
> >
> >>Maggie wrote:
> >>
> >>
> >>>As a
> >>>Beatlemaniac of days gone by, I would take offense to anyone
taking
> >>
> >>my
> >>
> >>>memories and distorting the truth.
> >>
> >>"Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away
> >>And she'll never walk down Lime Street any more
> >>Oh the judge he guilty found her
> >>For robbing a homeward bounder
> >>That dirty no good robbin' Maggie Mae"
> >>
> >>Sorry, I couldn't resist...
> >>
> >>Art
> >
> >
> >
> > Well Kudos to you Art for finding that song...
> >
> > That dirty no good robbin' Maggie Mae
> > To the port of Liverpool
> > They returned me to
> > Two pounds ten a week, that was my pay
> >
> > Art, a true Beatles fan. To know that the Beatles sang Maggie Mae.
I
> > prefer to be the Maggie Mae of Rod Stewart fame though.
> >
> > I know I keep you amused,
> > but I feel I'm being used,
> > Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face..
> > You made a first class fool out of me, I was blind as a fool could
> > be...you stole my soul ..but I love you anyway.....
> >
> > Thank you for finding my song Art.
> > All Good things
> > Maggie.
> > Who wrecks your bed and in the morning kicks you in the head.
> >
> Well Maggie,
> I am deleting the group. More *******s than I thought. You seem to be
> the light of reason. Nit pickers I don't need. Still enjoying riding,
> just not the majority of posters on here.
> If these idiots can't appreciate that I did in fact do some things in
my
> youth that were outrageous and highly illegal, like 160+ in a hot rod
> Mustang or close too 200 MPH in a very hot rod motorcycle I will
leave
> them to their presumptious, lived in a shell, lives. I was a very
wild
> youth and still am a very wild adult.
> Thanks for the posts.
> Bye.
> Bill Baka
Well Bill, I can believe the car stories and the stories of a wild
youth. My husband was a gear head in the sixties. If anyone lives in
Jersey they are familiar with the car races that went on at night on
the highway near the famous "Rutts Hutt" (best hot dogs in the
world)...They had car races, motorcycle races, and they were constantly
doing things that they still sit around with their beer and laugh
about.
When people hear the stories they can't believe they are true, but I
was there and they were true. Those cars were fast and furious. And the
guys were all maniacs. There was that certain crowd of guys in the
sixties who spent most of their lives souping up their cars, racing
them, and living near the edge of insanity when racing. I knew them
well.
So your stories of your youth are not far fetched for me. Not everyone
will believe stories from your past. As long as you know they are true,
what else matters? Why fight to make people believe you? They are your
memories and no one can take them from you. As for me, I will not tell
stories of my past. The sixties was a very strange time. To me it was
"THEE GENERATION" and there will never be a decade again to compare.
Plus, my "present" is wacky enough. :-)
Don't stop believing.
All Good Things,
Maggie
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