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Contributors: The Members of Lee High School Classes of 64-65-66 and Others
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Memphis, TN - The Traveller was not ready for you to read with your Sunday morning coffee because I was tired last night after Sue and I returned from our little vacation. We travelled almost 10,000 miles, slept in eight different places (including one night in a terminal) and flew in the cargo bay of a C-17 and as the only two booked passengers in our own private (thanks to the U.S. Navy) Boeing 737. We ended up flying back into Gulfport on the C-40 and rented a car to drive to Memphis on Saturday. We didn't make it to Guam (air abort and return to Hawaii) so we just spent nine days in Hawaii, two in Tacoma, 12 days in San Diego, and one night in Biloxi.

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T. Tommy
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In my Lee High School days, I thought a product such as this would make me a musician. Wrong! Not even this simple contraption could help me. Do you remember this and the name of it? It was normally called by it's brand name plus its other name. What is is?  Any stories? Please send your name, school, and class year with your replies
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I Wanna Play Rockband...
by Tommy Towery
Class of '64

"Oh yea I'll tell you something...I think you'll understand...when I say that something...I wanna play Rockband, I wanna play Rockband.

I always wanted to be in a band, and was only kept from doing so by the fact that I could neither sing nor play an instrument.

Our recent visit with my daughter Tiffany and son-in-law Greg gave me a lot of time to kick back and relax and do things with no real schedule. While they worked each day, Sue and I got to visit places and just sit around the house and enjoy the pool, the hot tub, the 60" TV and Greg's Play Station 3.

Now I have been known to play a lot of computer games in my life, but I had never had the chance to play either Guitar Hero or Rockband - which are basically the same type of game. One evening I got Greg to show me how, and I found it to be a lot of fun. I think a lot of the fun came from the fact that the game I played was the Beatles' Rockband.

For those of you who don't know (like me before last week) the Rockband game uses a guitar or drum looking device that connects to the game console which is connected to the TV. The object of the game is to play along with the song being played and the score is based upon you pressing the correct colored button and strumming the guitar to keep up with "notes" that are shown on the TV. There are no strings attached (no pun intended) to the guitar, just some colored buttons on the fret board and a lever where you strum.

This game will not teach you how to play the guitar since there are no strings and all you do with your fingers is press down a single color button to match the colored dot on the screen. It's more like the old "follow the bouncing ball" routine from our early movie days.

What I liked personally was that the music was the real songs sung by the Beatles and you just get the feeling that you are playing along with them. It gives you a feeling you're in the band.

The best score I got was a 96% on one song and a 34-note sequence, but I would have done better if I had stayed longer I am sure. I'd be interested in hearing if any of you have had the opportunity to play this game and if so what did you think of it. I'd especially like to hear from some of you Garage Band musicians.

For a trailer video click here.

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Myra Mullins Jackson, Class of '66 -  The mystery photo is aluminum coasters made by  Stanley Home Products. My mom and dad used to have them.
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Subject:Electric Football Guys
Eddie Burton
Class of '66

Tommy, I missed the electric football guys because they don't look like the ones I had as a kid. What are those things they are holding up in the air.

(Editor's Note: Eddie, the guys in the photo were what were called "Triple Treat Players" I think. Unlike the normal players that just moved around on the vibrating table, these special players were added to pass and kick the little cotton or felt football.)
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Subject:Places to Eat
Charlie Hancock
Class of '66

We live in the Pacific Northwest in Puyallup, Washington. When we have out of town visitors, we like to take them to Mt. Rainier. Some destinations are about 50 miles from home, others about 100 miles. Same big dormant volcanic peak over a very large base. There are numerous year round glaciers. Hikes and mountain climbing. Rainier is used in training for those preparing to climb Everest.

I can assure you there is nothing similar in Alabama. We are of course talking apples and oranges. You don't want to live here. It RAINS all the time. (Well, it SEEMS to anyway. I'd expect you get more annual rainfall.)

The Native Americans think God lives there. I can only agree. We don't see Mt Rainier every day. Maybe once a week or less in the winter. "Oh, the MOUNTAIN is out! Go look!" Sometimes it's covered in fresh virgin white snow.  It dominated the N.W. Skyline.

There was a DQ on the way home. We always stop for ice creme. (Maybe not lately. We are all diabetic now.) But it's THE MOUNTAIN you take away with you. Mt Rainier is a dormant volcano. (It's overdue for an eruption. Whenever it does happen, it'll be bigger than Mt. St. Helens in 1980.) Truely spectacular scenery. The Lord truely does work in mysterious ways.
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Subject:Places to Eat
Linda Taylor
Class of ' 64

Favorites: (I get asked this all the time working at the USSRC)

Favorites:
1. Greenbrier Restuarant both old (preferred) and new
2. PoBoy Factory
3. Hard Dock Cafe (actually at harbour in Decatur)
4. Grill 29 just recognized at the #1 restuarant in Hsv
5. Botanical Gardens Cafe run by Clementines
6. Sam and Greg's on Square (pizza is great)
7. Cotton Row downtown
8. Conners at Bridgestreet
9. Wentzels Oyster House in Guntersville
10. Covington's near the Depot
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Subject:Places to Eat
Calvin Balch

Elbert and Opie Balch and their daughter,Amy, visited us in Knoxville TN and we took them to Litton's for a hamburger.
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Subject:Places to Eat
Polly Gurley Redd
Class of '66

I know you didn’t ask about where we eat when we come to Huntsville, but my sister Peggy (class of 71) and I have been back to Huntsville several times in the past couple of years together and we always have to go to Mullins, of course, and to Gibson’s (mostly for the pie, I admit) and for a corn dog, which you really can’t get too many places. My favorite place for those has always been Zesto. Oh, such memories!!

Here is Charlotte, North Carolina, I always take people to Mert’s Heart and Soul which serves the best greens and mac and cheese and cornbread anywhere. It’s downtown and easy to get to, plus run by friends of ours so it is a must.
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Monte Sano Ablaze “Almost”
by Tony Wynn
Class of '72

Everybody knows that young boys and matches don’t mix. That is everybody knows except the young boys. This is the story of one of those times which proves this saying right.

I’ve considered the ramifications of using our correct names in this story and have decided to do so because of several factors the first being that this happened in the mid 1960’s and surely the statute of limitations has run out. Another reason for using the correct names is that all of the evidence of this escapade must, by now, be long gone. The last reason is that finally, at age 51, I have learned to own up to my mistakes. Given these three factors, here goes.

This takes place during spring break of the year 1967 so we were about thirteen or fourteen years old. The culprits in this story are George Lide and Tony Wynn. Because George is nine months older than me I am going to claim that the whole thing is his fault. Besides he is not writing this and I am so that’s the way I’m telling it.

As boys are we were somewhat adventurous. Living on Oakwood Avenue east of Maysville Road, we were always fascinated by the mountains and the opportunities for adventure that they presented.

Over the winter we had traveled up the creek that begins at the end of Oakwood Avenue where it used to dead end at the bottom of Montesano Mountain. Just before you get to buzzard’s roost we came across some large rock outcroppings that we decided would make a good fort. We began to chop down small trees in the immediate area in order to span the gap between two large rock outcroppings forming a roof of sorts over the depression between these rocks. This sounds simple until you consider that our only tool for chopping was an old dull machete. Needless to say this took a while. After the trees were in place forming a frame for the roof, they were covered with small limbs that we had cut off of the trees thus covering our fort completely. There was even a small nook where the rocks came together that was to be our fire pit. This fire pit is otherwise known by the phrase “a disaster waiting too happen”. Now we had our fort completed and ready to fend off any invasion or attack by the Indians (oops-Native Americans).

By this time Spring Break was approaching and it afforded the perfect opportunity for us to spend a night in our fort. George and I trudged up the mountain with all of our gear which consisted of a few cans of Beanie Weenies, sleeping gear and a couple of bottles of water. We were young and stupid but not stupid enough to drink the water out of that creek. It is important to note here that George’s sleeping gear consisted of a nice mummy style sleeping bag while mine was an old army blanket. I discovered that they must have passed these out to soldiers as an illusion of staying warm. Neither one of us considered how cold the nights still get in March but we found out. Oh well, planning was never our strong suit.

Now we have all of the necessary ingredients for a good time. There is a fort, two stupid kids ill prepared for a cold spring night and don’t forget the matches. As night fell we started a small fire in the fire pit and talked. Anyone that has ever spent a night in the woods knows how magical and exciting the quiet night can be. George, did you hear that noise? Naw, I didn’t hear anything. Well I did and I think it must be a bear! Tony, you idiot, there aren’t any bears on this mountain. At that moment I didn’t care what he said, I heard a bear. And so it went the rest of the night. It sure is strange how sounds that are perfectly normal during the day are awful menacing at night. 

Since we had known each other for so long, we had heard each others stories many times before and with no television to watch we soon became bored. We put out the fire, you can’t be too careful, and got in our sleeping gear and went to sleep.

At some point during the middle of the night I awoke. Boy, it was cold to the point that I was shivering. I lay there trying to ignore the cold and gaining a newfound respect for soldiers that had suffered through nights like this wrapped in these stupid blankets. Finally I woke George up and tried to get him to share his sleeping bag. For some reason, that I can’t grasp, he was not very sympathetic to the situation I was in. This is why the following events are George’s fault.

He left me with no other option. It was either freeze to death or start a fire, so I started a fire. Anyone that has ever been really cold knows how hard it is to warm up. The little fire I started with just wasn’t cutting it. No problem, we have more wood just make the fire bigger, I thought to myself. I made it bigger alright. Bigger to the point that it caught the branches we were using for a roof alight. It sure is funny how quickly George woke up with a fire blazing away just three feet above his head. Nope, our fort was not destroyed by an invasion or by savage Indians, but by George’s unwillingness to share his stupid sleeping bag! I told you it was his fault.

The only thing that kept the whole mountain from catching on fire was the fact that we had cut down all of the trees in the immediate vicinity to use for the roof of the fort. Now we were scrambling around trying to put out the fire. The creek that we followed when coming up the mountain was only about fifty yards down the hill from us but all we had to carry water in was an empty Beanie Weenie can. So down the hill we would run just to bring back about ten ounces of water to throw on the fire. Finally, after a lot of huffing and puffing, we managed to extinguish the fire. More accurately, the fire went out because it ran out of wood to burn. If anyone down in the valley had been looking up at the mountain that night they must have wondered what the bright light up at Buzzard’s Roost was.

There we sat with several hours before the sun would come up and our fort smoldering in the background. At least I was no longer cold. There were only two things to do, wait for daylight so we could go home and blame each other for the fiasco. Never did we consider how close we came to setting Montesano ablaze.

Yeah George, it was your fault!!!

Such are the makings of friendships and memories….  
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