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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 18, 2012 - 08:46pm PT
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These two Modesto biker gents were both well-acquainted with my late wife Liz, neebee. They are Oakland's finest, at the clubhouse, late eighties (don't remember when Sonny had the surgery).
The story here is that Dick was the owner of a bar in Crow's Landing near Motown. He used to provide a bit of a way station for his old bud in the trafficking trade.
Dick was also a member of the local Merced Modified Motorcycle Association, and Liz was the manager of that club. When he married, Shari and Liz spent a lot of time together arranging things. They were serious friends. Then we heard Dick had shot her in the head. Though claiming it accidental, the jury sent him away and he's gone. He introduced Liz to Sonny once and she ran into him only once after that.
The reason I'm putting this in is that I'm thinkng of starting up a new thread, Bikes and rocks...compatible? We know surfing and climbing are kindred avocations. We have teddy bears and climbing, totally compatible. So, I'm just musing and mousing. Don't worry. It's like, uh, snowmobiles and cross-country? Logging and biologizing? Not cool.
No, seriously, Dick, the one time I got to have a conversation with him, when I told him that Liz was no longer a biker chick but a Flames mamma,
he asked about the Flames and wanted to join because he didn't have a car, just the bike. I had to tell him he needed to start his own chapter in Crows Landing, that we would charter it. Truth was, we wouldn't want anything to do with Modesto dwellers, especially the ones who sold drugs and shot people. Not those kinds of bad boys here...
I share Ben Robinson's attitude about the MoCity. He's live there his whole life. Keep the doors locked and the cars in the garage.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 18, 2012 - 09:16pm PT
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Mouse do you remember the climber named Mitch from Winston/Salem North Carolina? He had a german shepherd named Buck (from The Call of the Wild). He was so very much the character of Dean Moriarty. I asked him once if he had ever read the book. He said; "I tried to once; but I threw it down sayin; he's too damned like me." One spring it was snowing in Yosemite and so Randy, Mitch, myself, a couple of other dudes whose names escape my senile brain went down to Tahquitz and Suicide rocks. Randy had the flu so bad and it was snowing even harder there.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:23am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:31am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 10:42am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:06am PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 11:09am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
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"Somebody tell me I'm dreamin'."--Eric Burdon
Pat Stuart. We need a Pat Stuart. Paging Dr. Pat Stuart.
What are his sisses doing these days? Grandkids count?
And "The Sheila!" Patrick Oliver, take a look!
SS was at the Lodge Desk, as her sophisticated looks might indicate.
Though highly intelligent, some women have been known to fall for the most unlikely men. (Hope for me, hope for you.)
Not talking about PO, who snagged her after she "broke it off" with Millis, the poor inlikely dork I have in mind.
Gypsy, that's definitely a fly-fishing stance Randy is in on lakeside. Where's the pipe, though?
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:36pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:38pm PT
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I have pretty much lost touch with the Stuart family. I know that Bonnie and probably Mary Lou still live in Santa Cruz. I do not know where Laurie is. PJ is a doctor and he married Mary Ellen Donohoe. Mary Ellen's sister Moira is an artist and has her own website. http://moiradonohoe.com/
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:47pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:48pm PT
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Sheila Slattery in her room in Degnan's dorms. I don't remember her working at the Lodge. I remember her working at Degnan's. She was one of the 4 women who lived in the apartment during the winter (Molly Felso, Sheila Slattery, Marylou Stuart and Terry Altman). That is where I met Randy. Sheila later met and married Vic Buffalo and they moved to Seattle where he worked as a CPA for Price-Waterhouse. She wrote romance novels under the name RoseAnne Williams.
She had great train-hoppin' stories from Yosemite to Boulder, Colorado with Pat Ament.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 19, 2012 - 02:06pm PT
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 03:58pm PT
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Me, about to risk it all. Mathis, cleaning his fingernails. Somewhere, in the distant past.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Nov 19, 2012 - 04:08pm PT
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Lucky fellow, that Throwpie
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Fritz
Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Nov 19, 2012 - 08:16pm PT
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Great "time-machine" photos.
Thanks for posting up those early 70's shots.
I never made it to Yosemite for climbing until 1975, but I do appreciate the place.
The enjoyment of the 1975 trip was impared by the terror I experienced in climbing West Face of Leaning Tower.
First overhanging aid for me.
First Jumaring for me.
First cleaning and jumaring in the dark for me.
First lightless downclimbing in the dark for me. (we were really, really thirsty by the time we summited and Bridal Veil Creek lured us down into the dark)
It took me 40 years to realize how fun that all was!
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