I will work on posting the pictures some of you want to see.

I have heard from some that they want to see more pictures of The Great Outdoors RV and Golf Resort that we are staying at.  I told Huli we need to drive the golf cart around the park and take pictures of the buildings and things around the park.  We will plan on doing that in the next couple of days.

The last few days I have been busy golfing and on a Facebook site that is dedicated to Muncie, Indiana history.  I posted a few things and got fairly large responses to the things I have posted.  One has over 300 likes and 120 comments.  I have never had any attention like this to anything I have ever posted.   That post was pertaining to a popular drive in restaurant in Muncie (John's Awful Awful) that people would drive their hot cars to in the 60's and 70's.  The other was about a Hat Shop I used to get my shoes shined at on a regular basis at lunch time.  People say how could you afford to get your shoes shined every day while in high school.  I worked since I was 10 and always had money. My parents grew up in the depression and didn't believe in giving us money.  They say if you want something work for it and get it.  At ten years old I delivered  half of my brothers paper route on Thursday's and Sunday's and also collected for that half of the route each week.  This got me around four bucks per week plus what tips I could steal from him.  That paper route was the Muncie Star and it was delivered in the mornings before we went to school usually at around 4-5:00 am.  The reason I delivered Thursday and Sunday is because the papers were so big my brother couldn't deliver them by himself.  He had 125 customers on his morning route.  On Thursday or Sunday this would equate to five to six paper bags full of papers.   More times than not we would say the Sunday paper was late so we could get out of going to church that week.  When I turned twelve years old to the day I got a Muncie Press paper route that I delivered six days per week after school. (The district manager for the Muncie Press (Earl Mosier) lived on my brothers route who I delivered to and collected from so he held the route for me when I turned 12).  That route had 56 customers and I got paid 10 cents per customer per week ($5.60) plus tips.  I made almost as much in tips as I did from commissions on delivering the paper.  This route was the exact same route that I delivered for my brother in the mornings on Thursday and Sunday.  This meant when I went around and collected for the paper I would collect for both papers.  It sounds odd but many people got both the morning and evening papers on my route.  So I got paid for collecting for something I was already doing.

When I turned 16 I worked in the evening after school sometimes more than one job and they were usually crappy fast food restaurant jobs.  I also worked on lawn mowers on the side which was always something that burned my dads ass since I would drag home old lawn mowers out of people's trash and would work on them and sell them.  I did the lawn mower business until I was around 17-18.  In addition to getting my shoes shined probably four days per week mainly because I loved the two old guys who shined them I would also eat lunch at the best hotel in downtown Muncie a couple of times per week which was called the Roberts Hotel.   This was a linen napkin kind of place.  My parents would give me whatever the lunch cost at the high school cafeteria and bus fare for the city bus since we didn't have school buses. The lunches cost 40 cents per day and a 10 ride city bus pass for the week was $1.50 so I got $3.50 per week.   I usually got a ride or hitch hiked home after school so I didn't spend money on the bus.  I had regulars who would pick me up day after day after school.  I could also get home around one half hour earlier than the city bus by hitch hiking so I could get started on my paper route sooner.  Another advantage of knowing the District Manager of the Muncie Press was that they delivered the papers to my parents driveway so I didn't have to walk blocks away and wait for the papers to arrive.  Other carriers would be sitting at the end of our driveway and wait until the papers arrived.

When Muncie Burris High School would be on a quarterly break like Ball State since it was related to Ball State I would frequently skip school with a friend who was a grade ahead of me and had a car.  We would go over to the Ball State campus and hang out at the Canteen.  No one would question you as to why you weren't in school since the Burris students were all out of school.  Anyhow I have connected with the sister of a long lost good friend of mine that I went to the 1968 Indy 500 with, spent six years of middle school and high school with, and with a person who was in my class at school at high school at Muncie Central who I didn't know.  Sorry for rambling on but this is the kind of stuff me and others have been discussing the last few days that has kept me from taking the pictures of the park.

Golfed two days and was on a team that won first place the first day and third place the second day.   I was the "A" player on both teams so that should tell you something about the golfers here.  My best two friends at the park at this point are French Canadians named Gamlin and Louis.  They have restored my faith in the French Canadians who I thought were all ass holes until meeting these two.   They both speak English fairly well and I usually understand what they say after I ask them to repeat what they say one or two times.

I will get on the pics.  I promise.