Rapid Roy (Saturday 9)

.... that Stock Car Boy!

Unfamiliar with this tune?  Hear it here.

To paraphrase 'Crazy Sam' --
We've committed to our readers that we will post 9 questions every Saturday ... some will have a theme, others will be totally unrelated.  Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice.  We hate rules! ... but we love to answer questions.  Here are today's.

The lyrics tell us that every Sunday afternoon we can find Roy at the racetrack.  What are your plans for Sunday?

No plans, really.  I prefer to leave the running around to those folks who still work weekdays and only have the weekends to accomplish their 'get-r-done' lists.

Roy is fearless behind the wheel of his '57 Chevrolet.  But it's just natural to feel fear every now and again.  What scares you?

Becoming infirm, totally dependent on others. 

Right now, this is near and dear.  One day in early October Jean and Bob came for dinner; we were making plans to BBQ at their home.  The next week, she suffered a debilitating stroke.

Realizing her time here on earth was short, after Sunday services another gal and I drove to the rehab.  It's a beautiful facility, but oh, that peculiar aroma!  Jean was unresponsive.   Yet, when Sally turned on Andrea Bocelli's The Lord's Prayer and lay her cell phone on the pillow it looked like Jean was trying to mouth, 'Amen.'

Her husband and best friend claim they 'couldn't bear' to visit, but Pastor Janet was by her side when Jean passed Wednesday evening.  I'm heartbroken.  And scared.

Roy's been photographed grinning with a toothpick in his mouth.  Do you often use toothpicks?

Nope.

Legend has it, Roy learned to drive fast when he ran moonshine out of Alabama.  Moonshine usually refers to illegally produced whiskey.  What was the last alcoholic beverage you drank?

Gin and diet tonic.

This week's featured artist, Jim Croce, attended Villanova University, where he played in a band that performed at fraternity parties.  When his band was chosen to tour Africa as part of a cultural exchange program, he was excited to learn his host country's customs.  Have you ever traveled overseas?  What did your trip teach you?

Gosh, there's so much to learn!  I've been fortunate to travel through much of Europe, but here's a couple snippets:

1957, Paris:  7 y/o Myra's disappointed to learn the hotel room's bidet is not, in fact, a doll bath.

1997, Rome:  Contrary to my naivety, there's nothing remotely romantic or mysterious about gypsies.  Thankfully, we'd listened to the hotel clerk and secured our valuables in the safe before going sight-seeing.  (I kept a credit card at the bottom of my boot.)  That didn't stop a swarm of gypsy women/pickpockets from approaching, then surrounding us with 'hugs.'

.....that is, until I lashed out with the oversize safety pin I'd kept in my fist, pointy-end sticking out between my index and middle fingers.  Looking back, I was lucky they didn't try and retaliate!

Jim met his future wife, Ingrid, at a party.  They discovered that they both loved Joan Baez and Woody Guthrie.  Tell us about one of your friends and what you bonded over.

My first love and I played in the high school orchestra:  He on the upright bass, me a reluctant violinist.

Early in their marriage, while Jim was working hard to launch his music career, Ingrid helped make ends meet by baking bread and canning fruits and vegetables.  Do you have any frugal cooking tips or 'cheap eats' recipes to share?

'Fraid not.  I've done my best to forget the lean times, living in dumpy collegiate housing where we bought day-old bread and drank powdered milk.  Even my parents scrimped.  I'll never forget when, at a Denver restaurant, my mother exclaimed "Real butter!" 

 

In 1972, Mark Spitz became a sensation, winning 7 Gold Medals for swimming.  After making money in endorsements and TV appearances, he settled into a career as a Los Angeles realtor.  Are you contemplating a change in residence anytime soon?

I hope not!

Random question:  Which of these "Top 10" lists would you prefer to be on -- the sexiest, the smartest or the richest?

Let's go with the richest!  Sexiest sounds burdensome, Smartest exhausting.  Richest means I could not only provide for those I love -- but be able to make a difference in the lives of those on the receiving end of worthy charity.

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Thanks for visiting!  I hope y'all have yourselves a wonderful weekend!

Hugs, Myra