Memories of Blue Rock
Being a part of Blue Rock was also something special. And that went for those times on and off the competition field.
What follows are memories of times "off the field" with the corps.
To submit your memories of your time with Blue Rock, email us and we'll get things updated as quickly as we can!
What follows are memories of times "off the field" with the corps.
To submit your memories of your time with Blue Rock, email us and we'll get things updated as quickly as we can!
Ahhhhh yes ... I remember
Anonymous
This will be the memories of just one Corps Member. They will be in no particular order, since they are just memories. Hopefully mine will bring back some for you.
I remember my first competition in Rochester, NY. It was an early show that year therefore it had to
be held indoors. I remember the bus pulling into Rochester and watching people freeze chocolate chip cookies to the bus windows, and the windows you could see out of I was able to see nothing but snow and that frozen waterfall that we passed (does anyone remember ever having heat on the old Brille buses).
We got to the War Memorial Stadium and parked in the indoor lots under the stadium.
We unpacked and got ourselves as warm as possible. We had been given a time to go up to the
stadium floor to practice our drill. By the way the competition floor was actually plywood planks over and ice hockey rink.
Finally it was time for us to go up and go through our drill. The first thing was that the 4X8 plywood planking kind of bounced you while you were marching. It took some getting used to but we did. However being a hockey rink and enclosed we had a bad echo.
SOOO bad that although we tried and tried to get through the drill we just couldn't do it.
The other corps sitting in the stands, you could imagine were not impressed with what they were seeing. You could see them snickering and hear some laughter…..they were having a good ol' time at our expense. Ted, of course, was furious as you can imagine.
So after our time was up we went to the lower levels of the parking lots and we practiced until Ted was satisfied with what he saw and heard. I took quite awhile for that .
FINALLY AHHH YES, It was time for the competition. My first as I mentioned. We entered to the starting line. My first observance was that the crowd was only an arms length away from me. I was scanning the crowd and the wildest things were going through my mind. They are all going to be watching me, to see if I make a mistake, will I remember the whole drill, will I lose it if I make a mistake and be able to gather myself to continue. ( looking back it is amazing what goes through your mind when you are
stressed and unsure of yourself), again my eyes went darting around the crowd.
A moment later I heard "Atten hut". It was Betty Ann (also her first show as head Drum Majorette). All of a sudden the crowd disappeared. My attention went straight to Betty Ann and to my surprise I was focused on what was about to happen. I knew that Betty Ann was going to get us (actually me) through the show. Looking back I guess that it was all the drilling and practice that got me through it, but
at that point in time for me it was Betty Ann that did it. THANKS Betty Ann I know I never did tell you that in person.
We went through our drill without a hitch. I was really feeling good. Before I knew it we were heading off
the floor, HOWEVER one last obstacle was loaming as my squad turned to leave the floor. As we made that final turn and stepped off I happened to notice a photographer trying to take a picture of us. He was squatting low to the floor looking up at us. I am sure you all know what happened next. BANG we were
blinded by a flashbulb. The only thing I could remember was Ted saying never under any circumstances are you to break ranks. Apparently the rest of my squad remember the same thing. We walked right over the photographer, all three of us laughing about it later.
My first show and competition completed and behind me, I remember feeling very relieved and satisfied. I was also happy that we had won the show. We had beaten a very good Corps in the St. Mary's Cardinals…………… I am guessing, but that first show got me hooked on being in Blue Rock and being a Rockyknocker.
I hope you enjoyed this walk down my memory lane. I will be sending more in from time to time in hopes that it brings some pleasure or even a smile to your face.
In the hopes that you will say AHHHH Yes ………. I do remember that.
This will be the memories of just one Corps Member. They will be in no particular order, since they are just memories. Hopefully mine will bring back some for you.
I remember my first competition in Rochester, NY. It was an early show that year therefore it had to
be held indoors. I remember the bus pulling into Rochester and watching people freeze chocolate chip cookies to the bus windows, and the windows you could see out of I was able to see nothing but snow and that frozen waterfall that we passed (does anyone remember ever having heat on the old Brille buses).
We got to the War Memorial Stadium and parked in the indoor lots under the stadium.
We unpacked and got ourselves as warm as possible. We had been given a time to go up to the
stadium floor to practice our drill. By the way the competition floor was actually plywood planks over and ice hockey rink.
Finally it was time for us to go up and go through our drill. The first thing was that the 4X8 plywood planking kind of bounced you while you were marching. It took some getting used to but we did. However being a hockey rink and enclosed we had a bad echo.
SOOO bad that although we tried and tried to get through the drill we just couldn't do it.
The other corps sitting in the stands, you could imagine were not impressed with what they were seeing. You could see them snickering and hear some laughter…..they were having a good ol' time at our expense. Ted, of course, was furious as you can imagine.
So after our time was up we went to the lower levels of the parking lots and we practiced until Ted was satisfied with what he saw and heard. I took quite awhile for that .
FINALLY AHHH YES, It was time for the competition. My first as I mentioned. We entered to the starting line. My first observance was that the crowd was only an arms length away from me. I was scanning the crowd and the wildest things were going through my mind. They are all going to be watching me, to see if I make a mistake, will I remember the whole drill, will I lose it if I make a mistake and be able to gather myself to continue. ( looking back it is amazing what goes through your mind when you are
stressed and unsure of yourself), again my eyes went darting around the crowd.
A moment later I heard "Atten hut". It was Betty Ann (also her first show as head Drum Majorette). All of a sudden the crowd disappeared. My attention went straight to Betty Ann and to my surprise I was focused on what was about to happen. I knew that Betty Ann was going to get us (actually me) through the show. Looking back I guess that it was all the drilling and practice that got me through it, but
at that point in time for me it was Betty Ann that did it. THANKS Betty Ann I know I never did tell you that in person.
We went through our drill without a hitch. I was really feeling good. Before I knew it we were heading off
the floor, HOWEVER one last obstacle was loaming as my squad turned to leave the floor. As we made that final turn and stepped off I happened to notice a photographer trying to take a picture of us. He was squatting low to the floor looking up at us. I am sure you all know what happened next. BANG we were
blinded by a flashbulb. The only thing I could remember was Ted saying never under any circumstances are you to break ranks. Apparently the rest of my squad remember the same thing. We walked right over the photographer, all three of us laughing about it later.
My first show and competition completed and behind me, I remember feeling very relieved and satisfied. I was also happy that we had won the show. We had beaten a very good Corps in the St. Mary's Cardinals…………… I am guessing, but that first show got me hooked on being in Blue Rock and being a Rockyknocker.
I hope you enjoyed this walk down my memory lane. I will be sending more in from time to time in hopes that it brings some pleasure or even a smile to your face.
In the hopes that you will say AHHHH Yes ………. I do remember that.
Ahhhhh yes ... I remember (Part II)
Anonymous
In thinking back, I can remember the day I finally joined Blue Rock. It was after states and also the parade.
The corps finishes the parade early, and was putting away equipment and uniforms. I had just finished talking to Ted, when the commotion started. Ted headed to where things were
beginning to happen.
It seems that Blue Rock had protested the Vasella Muskateers at the VFW Championships on age violations, and they had been disqualified. They were now looking for a little revenge.
Being a drum corps themselves they were gracious enough to allow us to put our equipment and uniforms away before they did anything. I can remember their spokesman saying we aren't after your younger members…….. we only want the older members. Now remember I had just joined and I am hearing all of this. Things were whirling around in my head, as a bass drum mallet was shoved in one hand and a drum sling in the other. I am looking around at all the corps members, and I notice that the only one I see
taller or if you want bigger than me was Neil Jones, and he is telling me that
when the fight begins----- start swinging and don't stop.
Looking back at this incident I recall saying to myself "what the hell have I gotten
myself into."
Needless to say cooler heads prevailed, Ted and Harry G. were able to save us from a butt
kicking and life resumed again.
Funny isn't it, when you start thinking about the past and the memories that come to the front of your
mind. I could have gone into much more detail but this was the gest of the story. Just another one of those memories come back from the past.
In thinking back, I can remember the day I finally joined Blue Rock. It was after states and also the parade.
The corps finishes the parade early, and was putting away equipment and uniforms. I had just finished talking to Ted, when the commotion started. Ted headed to where things were
beginning to happen.
It seems that Blue Rock had protested the Vasella Muskateers at the VFW Championships on age violations, and they had been disqualified. They were now looking for a little revenge.
Being a drum corps themselves they were gracious enough to allow us to put our equipment and uniforms away before they did anything. I can remember their spokesman saying we aren't after your younger members…….. we only want the older members. Now remember I had just joined and I am hearing all of this. Things were whirling around in my head, as a bass drum mallet was shoved in one hand and a drum sling in the other. I am looking around at all the corps members, and I notice that the only one I see
taller or if you want bigger than me was Neil Jones, and he is telling me that
when the fight begins----- start swinging and don't stop.
Looking back at this incident I recall saying to myself "what the hell have I gotten
myself into."
Needless to say cooler heads prevailed, Ted and Harry G. were able to save us from a butt
kicking and life resumed again.
Funny isn't it, when you start thinking about the past and the memories that come to the front of your
mind. I could have gone into much more detail but this was the gest of the story. Just another one of those memories come back from the past.
Ahhhhh yes ... I remember (Part III)
Anonymous
This
will be a conglomeration of memories in no particular order, just ings that pop into my head.
Do you remember….
The war between the barracks at Fort Dix. I can still see Harry Giesler chasing Bob Sanna from bunk to bunk. Talk about funny. The water fight between those same two barrack on the grass, and someone throwing a firecracker into the latrine. If your recall those latrines were made of concrete. The echo was shattering. I remember Ellery Street and Eddie Fischel coming out not hearing too well and
trying to get their ears to pop.
How about the war between the rooms in the Excelsior Hotel in New York City. I remember Mike Batten and myself setting up the war. We said we'd start right after dinner. With that taken care of the other rooms guys entered the elevator and headed out to eat. HEHEHE Mike and I ran down the eleven flights of stairs in time to see them hand in their key at the desk. We followed them out unnoticed . Are you getting the idea of what is happening? We waited a couple of minutes and went back in and got their room key. I know you can guess what happened next.
Yeah that's right, we trashed their room, went to the desk and returned the key and waited for the inevitable. They came back of course and a banging came at our door. "Someone trashed our room" they said. Mike and I with a surprised and astonished look on our faces said it wasn't us. BUT we got another room involved in having the war also. It had to have been them that did it. To our surprise and delight they believed us.
Later that night while we were getting ready to sleep we heard something in the adjacent room. I looked in and the lights were out and the windows were open. One guy was hanging out the one window with a lamp. Then I saw Tom Quackenbush dropping his pants to hang a moon out the other window and it was going to be spotlighted from the other. Just as the light was about to be turned on the door to the room opened and the lights came on. There stood Clem Riley. I can still hear his statement…………….. Mr. Quackenbush, if I want you to hang a moon out the eleventh story of the Excelsior Hotel in New York City, I will advise you to do so. With that being said we figured it was time to hit the sack and get some
sleep.
How about the Cranford, NJ show, when Ted decided to take us on and unscheduled tour of his boyhood neighborhood.
One word "Granny's" on the NJ turnpike. Remember Mike Dennis in a trash can waiting for some unsuspecting person to throw some trash away and scaring the crap out of them.
I remember my first practice, being shoved into the men's room at the Walker-Dyer AL post, taught the scale and sitting in the hornline learning part of music all in the same night.
I remember Ted giving haircuts before a show.
I remember Whitley's Rest. in Georgia not serving blacks, and the rank back rank faking that a molatov cocktail being thrown through the main window, while the patrons were ducking under the tables and heading for the doors.
I remember the Philly guys inquiring about joining the corps at the Stratford show.
I remember Bob Sanna goofing off at practice during Baby elephant walk with the elephant call, and Ted liking it so much that he kept it, and so that is how the baby elephant was born.
I remember the corps dinners at the end of the season.
I remember driving down to states early to spend the night, and on the way down the donut and tomato fights we had in the clover leafs waiting for the traffic to start moving again.
I remember Blue Rock and St. Lucy's playing full corps football at the US Open.
These are but a few of my memories of Blue Rock. I won't bore you with more, but I am sure you all have some of your own. Why not jot some of them down and send them to the site. I am sure people would appreciate them… even smile or laugh at them in remembrance.
And finally, I wish to thank all the members of Blue Rock. It was a pleasure and a lifelong experience marching with you. I feel that marching and knowing you had helped in making me the person I am today, and I can't thank you all enough.
This
will be a conglomeration of memories in no particular order, just ings that pop into my head.
Do you remember….
The war between the barracks at Fort Dix. I can still see Harry Giesler chasing Bob Sanna from bunk to bunk. Talk about funny. The water fight between those same two barrack on the grass, and someone throwing a firecracker into the latrine. If your recall those latrines were made of concrete. The echo was shattering. I remember Ellery Street and Eddie Fischel coming out not hearing too well and
trying to get their ears to pop.
How about the war between the rooms in the Excelsior Hotel in New York City. I remember Mike Batten and myself setting up the war. We said we'd start right after dinner. With that taken care of the other rooms guys entered the elevator and headed out to eat. HEHEHE Mike and I ran down the eleven flights of stairs in time to see them hand in their key at the desk. We followed them out unnoticed . Are you getting the idea of what is happening? We waited a couple of minutes and went back in and got their room key. I know you can guess what happened next.
Yeah that's right, we trashed their room, went to the desk and returned the key and waited for the inevitable. They came back of course and a banging came at our door. "Someone trashed our room" they said. Mike and I with a surprised and astonished look on our faces said it wasn't us. BUT we got another room involved in having the war also. It had to have been them that did it. To our surprise and delight they believed us.
Later that night while we were getting ready to sleep we heard something in the adjacent room. I looked in and the lights were out and the windows were open. One guy was hanging out the one window with a lamp. Then I saw Tom Quackenbush dropping his pants to hang a moon out the other window and it was going to be spotlighted from the other. Just as the light was about to be turned on the door to the room opened and the lights came on. There stood Clem Riley. I can still hear his statement…………….. Mr. Quackenbush, if I want you to hang a moon out the eleventh story of the Excelsior Hotel in New York City, I will advise you to do so. With that being said we figured it was time to hit the sack and get some
sleep.
How about the Cranford, NJ show, when Ted decided to take us on and unscheduled tour of his boyhood neighborhood.
One word "Granny's" on the NJ turnpike. Remember Mike Dennis in a trash can waiting for some unsuspecting person to throw some trash away and scaring the crap out of them.
I remember my first practice, being shoved into the men's room at the Walker-Dyer AL post, taught the scale and sitting in the hornline learning part of music all in the same night.
I remember Ted giving haircuts before a show.
I remember Whitley's Rest. in Georgia not serving blacks, and the rank back rank faking that a molatov cocktail being thrown through the main window, while the patrons were ducking under the tables and heading for the doors.
I remember the Philly guys inquiring about joining the corps at the Stratford show.
I remember Bob Sanna goofing off at practice during Baby elephant walk with the elephant call, and Ted liking it so much that he kept it, and so that is how the baby elephant was born.
I remember the corps dinners at the end of the season.
I remember driving down to states early to spend the night, and on the way down the donut and tomato fights we had in the clover leafs waiting for the traffic to start moving again.
I remember Blue Rock and St. Lucy's playing full corps football at the US Open.
These are but a few of my memories of Blue Rock. I won't bore you with more, but I am sure you all have some of your own. Why not jot some of them down and send them to the site. I am sure people would appreciate them… even smile or laugh at them in remembrance.
And finally, I wish to thank all the members of Blue Rock. It was a pleasure and a lifelong experience marching with you. I feel that marching and knowing you had helped in making me the person I am today, and I can't thank you all enough.
Ahhhhh yes ... I remember (Part IV)
Mike Batten
Having spoken with my attorney, I have no recollection of trashing anyone's room at the Excelsior Hotel. I do recall some bits and pieces of the story, but I could never be involved in such a low down scheme. The stories brough back so many memories, both sad and happy ones. In Chicago at the nationals, we were not permitted above the 12th floor because that's where all the girl Royaleers were staying. Roy Jones and I decided to visit Bonnie Miller from Royaleers and after hiding out for 45 minutes trying not to be seen, we made our way back to the elevator only to ride it all the way down with who else but the director of the
Royaleers.
In a similar case I think it was Skippy Holton who balanced himself on the ledge of the 15th floor to avoid detection while the instructors of Royaleers did a room by room search for those bad kids from Blue Rock.
Over the years maybe the stories have been stretched a bit but the friendships take over right where they left off and every once in a while something triggers a memory and you are back in retreat in Rochester, NY beating St. Mary's Cardinals.
Thanks for the memories Anonymous. (Whoever you are!)
Having spoken with my attorney, I have no recollection of trashing anyone's room at the Excelsior Hotel. I do recall some bits and pieces of the story, but I could never be involved in such a low down scheme. The stories brough back so many memories, both sad and happy ones. In Chicago at the nationals, we were not permitted above the 12th floor because that's where all the girl Royaleers were staying. Roy Jones and I decided to visit Bonnie Miller from Royaleers and after hiding out for 45 minutes trying not to be seen, we made our way back to the elevator only to ride it all the way down with who else but the director of the
Royaleers.
In a similar case I think it was Skippy Holton who balanced himself on the ledge of the 15th floor to avoid detection while the instructors of Royaleers did a room by room search for those bad kids from Blue Rock.
Over the years maybe the stories have been stretched a bit but the friendships take over right where they left off and every once in a while something triggers a memory and you are back in retreat in Rochester, NY beating St. Mary's Cardinals.
Thanks for the memories Anonymous. (Whoever you are!)
1971 - That Championship Season
Bill "Mint Man" Wesienbach
Practice at the Armory, Rockyknocker Hall, Penns Grove Post and High School, and all the car rides to and from practice. Finally the Bridgeport show, we must be pretty
good, the crowd loved us, hey we won, and won both "States"
Winning CYO Nationals and sleeping in a barn that night. Losing Dream and Shriners by"Flag Penalties" that were questionable as the judges choose not to assess penalties on the other nights. I will never forget the crowd in the old baseball stadium in Jersey City at the end of the Dream show and the wheel turned, you couldn't hear the music for the cheering of the crowd. I think that was the only show that I actually paid attention to the crowd during the show, we all were in
tears by the last notes.
Pushing the "Flamingo" over the St Cathrine's bridge to get to Toronto and then having to stay an extra night in Canada waiting the the bus to get fixed.
Radical color guard "for our time" using weights on rifles, horse heads on flags, "violent 360's" (all the rage in the early 70's guards-who remembers what it was? Hint: Scotty the Midwest Judge! Santa Clara did it), actually taking the flag out of the holster and spinning it. Large guard, eight spinning rifles who could do triple throws in unison. Ankle to knee - one foot in front of the other.
Dallas astro turf burning, St Paul Scouts passing out during "inspection" as we waited our turn and first in drums.
No service in the south-we were ahead of our time, long hair and integrated (we didn't know that was a problem)-but the state police didn't look to happy to protect us as we got served food. Of course burning that Confederate Flag may not have endeared us to the South.
Meeting the Anaheim Kingsmen corps members and living out there for a time.
Making the best friends I'll ever have and still thirty some years later, still wanting to go to shows with them, going to Italy with some of them last year, rediscovering the love of my life and partner in life for 18 plus years, only another d&b alumni could understand our life long summer love affair with the sound of drums and bugles. Cheering Mariellen (Kendrick) Wojoseamito's (1971) three sons who all played or are playing snare drum for Jersy Surf (hey we know someone out there on the field-we aren't so old).
I know I can remember the 71 show, just don't think the arthritis in both my knees would let me do it (thanks Ralph and John for the bad knees and great drills). I just hope the kids out there today have as much fun as we did those many years ago.
Love to all
Practice at the Armory, Rockyknocker Hall, Penns Grove Post and High School, and all the car rides to and from practice. Finally the Bridgeport show, we must be pretty
good, the crowd loved us, hey we won, and won both "States"
Winning CYO Nationals and sleeping in a barn that night. Losing Dream and Shriners by"Flag Penalties" that were questionable as the judges choose not to assess penalties on the other nights. I will never forget the crowd in the old baseball stadium in Jersey City at the end of the Dream show and the wheel turned, you couldn't hear the music for the cheering of the crowd. I think that was the only show that I actually paid attention to the crowd during the show, we all were in
tears by the last notes.
Pushing the "Flamingo" over the St Cathrine's bridge to get to Toronto and then having to stay an extra night in Canada waiting the the bus to get fixed.
Radical color guard "for our time" using weights on rifles, horse heads on flags, "violent 360's" (all the rage in the early 70's guards-who remembers what it was? Hint: Scotty the Midwest Judge! Santa Clara did it), actually taking the flag out of the holster and spinning it. Large guard, eight spinning rifles who could do triple throws in unison. Ankle to knee - one foot in front of the other.
Dallas astro turf burning, St Paul Scouts passing out during "inspection" as we waited our turn and first in drums.
No service in the south-we were ahead of our time, long hair and integrated (we didn't know that was a problem)-but the state police didn't look to happy to protect us as we got served food. Of course burning that Confederate Flag may not have endeared us to the South.
Meeting the Anaheim Kingsmen corps members and living out there for a time.
Making the best friends I'll ever have and still thirty some years later, still wanting to go to shows with them, going to Italy with some of them last year, rediscovering the love of my life and partner in life for 18 plus years, only another d&b alumni could understand our life long summer love affair with the sound of drums and bugles. Cheering Mariellen (Kendrick) Wojoseamito's (1971) three sons who all played or are playing snare drum for Jersy Surf (hey we know someone out there on the field-we aren't so old).
I know I can remember the 71 show, just don't think the arthritis in both my knees would let me do it (thanks Ralph and John for the bad knees and great drills). I just hope the kids out there today have as much fun as we did those many years ago.
Love to all
Memories
Jeff Dennis
Remember pushing the bus at the Lincoln Tunnel to get it started. The accident in Massachusetts that caused damage to 2 of the busses not to mention the driver of the car. Old Cal Burden the bus driver. The Groodie bus. Skipped checks. Miami when Chuck Q. got in a fight with Ted at practice. Door to door begging for money. White bucks we borrowed from BS. in North Jersey. AhhhBay AhhhBay. Bird man. Mint man. Sex. The corps leaving Louie D.and Jeff D.in Kinston NY 1972. Fergie and Mike jungle
war fare. Fergie as Hitler. Bucket, punkin, big T, we carried our own equipment those days. Lou's in Wildwood. Garden State. Friday night practice before States. Inspection(yuk). St. Lucy's fighting the locals. Road signs, batteries, flashing lights, whatever else we could get on the bus. Winning States in 69 for
the first time. High drums in 71. Remember the 9 in drums. Who gave us that? Ralph and John and Joe. THE VITAMINS. Ken and Mike, Bart and Bruce, Betty Ann, Vickie Drummond. Rank back Rank. The Scott brothers. Mom Scott. Baynard Stadium and the train. Cotton Bowl, Orange Bowl, Sugar Bowl, Miami, Detroit, Dallas, Marion O. Boston Chicago, just being with good friends. Catching the bus at the
corner. Walking a mile with your uniform and drum. Howard Johnson's on the Turnpike. So many things to remember. Oh yea. AIR MATTRESSES.
Remember pushing the bus at the Lincoln Tunnel to get it started. The accident in Massachusetts that caused damage to 2 of the busses not to mention the driver of the car. Old Cal Burden the bus driver. The Groodie bus. Skipped checks. Miami when Chuck Q. got in a fight with Ted at practice. Door to door begging for money. White bucks we borrowed from BS. in North Jersey. AhhhBay AhhhBay. Bird man. Mint man. Sex. The corps leaving Louie D.and Jeff D.in Kinston NY 1972. Fergie and Mike jungle
war fare. Fergie as Hitler. Bucket, punkin, big T, we carried our own equipment those days. Lou's in Wildwood. Garden State. Friday night practice before States. Inspection(yuk). St. Lucy's fighting the locals. Road signs, batteries, flashing lights, whatever else we could get on the bus. Winning States in 69 for
the first time. High drums in 71. Remember the 9 in drums. Who gave us that? Ralph and John and Joe. THE VITAMINS. Ken and Mike, Bart and Bruce, Betty Ann, Vickie Drummond. Rank back Rank. The Scott brothers. Mom Scott. Baynard Stadium and the train. Cotton Bowl, Orange Bowl, Sugar Bowl, Miami, Detroit, Dallas, Marion O. Boston Chicago, just being with good friends. Catching the bus at the
corner. Walking a mile with your uniform and drum. Howard Johnson's on the Turnpike. So many things to remember. Oh yea. AIR MATTRESSES.
Memories.....
Larry Grasso
This
one trip we took to NY was the best one I had ever taken in my life. It changed me a lot. Miss 19 yr. old, blonde knock out, Donna ______ was in the back of the bus giving French kissing lessons to the younger men on the bus.{VIRGINS}. I Haven't stop French kissing women my whole life. Thanks Donna.
The worse trip was to Delaware to the beach...The boys from Blue Rocks had a competition on who could steal the most from the stores on the boardwalk... Bad boys we were.
Well, not me......Ted made us go back with all the stuff and man did someone get into a lot of trouble...Not me.
And boy did our Corp love the Haddonfield Royaleers and the Bon Bon's all Girl corps. I bet a lot of boys used up a lot of gas back and forth to there towns. Yes Me.
The drum corp experience was a great way of staying out of trouble. Well, almost.
One time the cops pulled the bus over because to many checks were skipped by the
corp members...... Whewwwwwwwwww
Not me.....
Well, maybe...
This
one trip we took to NY was the best one I had ever taken in my life. It changed me a lot. Miss 19 yr. old, blonde knock out, Donna ______ was in the back of the bus giving French kissing lessons to the younger men on the bus.{VIRGINS}. I Haven't stop French kissing women my whole life. Thanks Donna.
The worse trip was to Delaware to the beach...The boys from Blue Rocks had a competition on who could steal the most from the stores on the boardwalk... Bad boys we were.
Well, not me......Ted made us go back with all the stuff and man did someone get into a lot of trouble...Not me.
And boy did our Corp love the Haddonfield Royaleers and the Bon Bon's all Girl corps. I bet a lot of boys used up a lot of gas back and forth to there towns. Yes Me.
The drum corp experience was a great way of staying out of trouble. Well, almost.
One time the cops pulled the bus over because to many checks were skipped by the
corp members...... Whewwwwwwwwww
Not me.....
Well, maybe...