Since my brothers shared part of your childhood at 44th & Primrose (12 years before me) and they always told about the circus at the Indiana State Fairgrounds I was wondering if you have any stories about the circus at the Fairgrounds. So the story goes, the elephants were tented near the neighborhood property line and my mother & brothers would take buckets of water in a wagon over to water the elephants.
Ooooh, this is so exciting! I feel like Natalie Wood in "Rebel without a Cause" when she drops her red sweater and Buzz and Jim race toward the cliff in a game of chicken. Only this is like so way better.
I fully realize the risk & move forward with trepidation, but at some point, for the sake of his targets throughout the ages who have fallen victim to his verbal salvos, someone must arise, however unequal the contestants.
A bit of clarification. Bob was a library bully, not schoolyard.
& I have already lost my marbles, so further capitulation is not a concern.
The next salvo will be launched from my personal platforms, The Primrose Chronicles Facebook page & a brief upcoming episode on my nostalgia podcast, theprimrosechronicles.buzzsprout.com.
I can only hope there is a return to civility in the near future. For now, “Game on!”
Did Substack know what I was going to comment this morning? Does it know how I like my coffee? Some techie needs to link the app with Starbucks so that all I have to do is post about a morning cup o’ Joe and it magically appears at my desk. Now that’s technology I could use! Alas, I need to move the buttocks off the chair and make it myself. Keep the stories coming, BG. ☕️
Hey, I was quite proud of my restraint on this one. My gut told me there could be a vulgar and inappropriate pun lurking here: Measuring In Continents or Growing In Continents or some such, but in the end I didn't go there. Nope, you won't catch me going there.
Six to Seven decades ago, I prayed to one day escape 44th and Primrose. Who could have guessed that 2 people who grew up there could have such a worldly following!
Since my brothers shared part of your childhood at 44th & Primrose (12 years before me) and they always told about the circus at the Indiana State Fairgrounds I was wondering if you have any stories about the circus at the Fairgrounds. So the story goes, the elephants were tented near the neighborhood property line and my mother & brothers would take buckets of water in a wagon over to water the elephants.
Ooooh, this is so exciting! I feel like Natalie Wood in "Rebel without a Cause" when she drops her red sweater and Buzz and Jim race toward the cliff in a game of chicken. Only this is like so way better.
I’m sorry you have to, like,witness this.
Like, It seems so senseless.
It is, Marty.
A word of caution to Marty: Don't mess with Bob. Schoolyard bullies never change. He doesn't play nice. Take your marbles and go home.
I fully realize the risk & move forward with trepidation, but at some point, for the sake of his targets throughout the ages who have fallen victim to his verbal salvos, someone must arise, however unequal the contestants.
A bit of clarification. Bob was a library bully, not schoolyard.
& I have already lost my marbles, so further capitulation is not a concern.
The next salvo will be launched from my personal platforms, The Primrose Chronicles Facebook page & a brief upcoming episode on my nostalgia podcast, theprimrosechronicles.buzzsprout.com.
I can only hope there is a return to civility in the near future. For now, “Game on!”
Did Substack know what I was going to comment this morning? Does it know how I like my coffee? Some techie needs to link the app with Starbucks so that all I have to do is post about a morning cup o’ Joe and it magically appears at my desk. Now that’s technology I could use! Alas, I need to move the buttocks off the chair and make it myself. Keep the stories coming, BG. ☕️
Oh how I love the smiles and chuckles inspired by 5 a.m. Stories from Mr. Basler! They brighten every day for me!
HUZZAH
Who knew that a friendly Indianapolis rivalry could blast erudite podcast content across the world…and possibly into outer space. Kudos.
& so a childhood rivalry is renewed.
More forthcoming.
Hey, I was quite proud of my restraint on this one. My gut told me there could be a vulgar and inappropriate pun lurking here: Measuring In Continents or Growing In Continents or some such, but in the end I didn't go there. Nope, you won't catch me going there.
As usual, your obscure & rather opaque response only further muddies any meaningful quasi-public back & forth.
In that forum you obviously have the upper hand.
More forthcoming on my platforms.
The Primrose Chronicles Facebook page
& theprimrosechronicles.buzzsprout.com
Wow, we're just like Scott and Amundsen, but like if they went to School 91!
Six to Seven decades ago, I prayed to one day escape 44th and Primrose. Who could have guessed that 2 people who grew up there could have such a worldly following!
Right. One gets all the notoriety, the other the actual accomplishment.