"...It;s a very old and respected name... It means the cattle are dying..."
My last name is CRINGINGLY CLOSE to Horshak. Kids at school started CALLING me Horshak. I played along, and was pretty much KNOWN as Horshak from then until I graduated high school. And yeah, I occasionally did the "OOOH-OOOH-OOOH" thing in class.
In the summer of 70 I drove my 340 Duster to Texas and picked up my cousin at Fort Hood where he just finished AIT. On the way back to Nebraska we stopped at a gas station in a refinery town and paid 19 cents/gallon for gas. Don't remember where likely due to the amount of beer consumed on the trip.
I did navy bootcamp in orlando in august of 1970. My home was in the south plains of Texas. At that time the county I lived in was considered "dry". Had to go over the county line to buy booze.
#3: OOOH-OOOH-OOOH, Mr. Kotter!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know if the younger generation will get that one.
Delete"...It;s a very old and respected name... It means the cattle are dying..."
DeleteMy last name is CRINGINGLY CLOSE to Horshak. Kids at school started CALLING me Horshak. I played along, and was pretty much KNOWN as Horshak from then until I graduated high school. And yeah, I occasionally did the "OOOH-OOOH-OOOH" thing in class.
They have their boots on and weapons, at least one, at hand. But that idyllic scene is just moments from WTF,,
ReplyDeleteIn the summer of 70 I drove my 340 Duster to Texas and picked up my cousin at Fort Hood where he just finished AIT. On the way back to Nebraska we stopped at a gas station in a refinery town and paid 19 cents/gallon for gas. Don't remember where likely due to the amount of beer consumed on the trip.
ReplyDeleteI did navy bootcamp in orlando in august of 1970. My home was in the south plains of Texas. At that time the county I lived in was considered "dry". Had to go over the county line to buy booze.
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