I also have a trivial moment experience that involved L.R. and WMLS. One night after L.R. had been hosting the music out at the White Midget, several suspicious individuals, yours truly included, went on one of those 'midnight rides with L.R.' We wound up over at Ben's Barn, on Double Oak Mtn., and made a few other stops before driving back to Sylacauga. L.R. needed to go by WMLS, I think on Bentley Drive by hwy 231, for some reason. L.R. had already taken drunk, imagine that, so when he opened the place up he sat down on that sofa near the entrance door and passed out. Me, Bobby Hallmark, Jabo Craddock, Rat Arnold, Jimmy Traylor, Ron Bates all started calling every cute girl we could think of in town and asking them to request a song. I called Ann Welk, a future Miss Sylacauga of 1962, and played a Platters song for her. Before the night was over and the beer had worn off us, we started horsing around near where L.R. was passed out, and accidentally turned the sofa over that L.R. was passed out on. To add to that, Bobby Hallmark fell through one of the front glass panels. It was a wonder it didn't kill him or cut him badly, but he only wound up with a few scratches and small cuts. We got the hell out of there right away, as you might imagine, and left L.R. still passed out on the overturned sofa. The next morning I turned the radio on WMLS just to see what was the result of our actions. It wasn't long before L.R. (on the air) started explaining that there had been a break-in at WMLS the previous evening, but everything was O.K. I always wondered how L.R. explained a break-in with all the broken glass on the outside of the building....Jabo and I rode out there around noon the next day and WMLS had temporarily replaced the glass with a piece of plywood... True Story.

Too bad Jimmy can't discuss something as interesting as your story. See, Cubby, there's no place for him to make fun of you and try out his pseudo-sardonic wit. Shame, because I can relate to you and all of your buddies and the fun you guys must have had that night.
Reminds me of the times when Earl Culver and I were asleep in his car across from Wind Creek Park Entrance one morning and we heard this loud noise in a parking lot across the street. It was 5 Alex City Hoodlums beating up on a guy we had met at the beach the day before.
Earl said we should help him out and I did the numbers and they still weren't good. We were still feeling the effects of a quart of Vodka with Orange Juice the night before. I jumped out of his car and yelled, "Let's get out of here - Here comes the Cops!"
Everybody in the fight scattered and we took our buddy and cleaned him up. He said he wasn't hurt too bad because early on in the fight he was getting the best of two of them before the other three jumped in.

Sorry, Jimmy, this is Men's Talk. You can't join in...HAR! HAR!

Between the time I graduated from B.B.C. and joining the Navy two years later I hung out at the service station across the street form W.F.E.B. with several other friends and the operator of the station because we could clean and work on our cars there. Everyday L.R. would come over and hang out with us an hour or so. I got pretty good at impersonating him. One night while hanging out on the tables at the Dairy Queen (on a bet) I went to the phone booth and called about ten people and told them I was L.R. and they had been picked to have a chance to win ten gallons of ice cream from the Dairy Queen. I told them they had to answer one simple question and I asked them who discovered America. I then told them they had thirty minutes to pick up their prize. We then sat on the tables and waited for the fun to begin. Of the ten four or five showed up wanting their ice cream. We heard Roy come up front and ask the ladies what was going on. They told him people were coming up and saying they had won ten gallons of ice cream in a contest on the radio. We then heard Roy tell them L.R. must be drunk and giving away our ice cream so get him on the phone and I will put a stop to this. We did not hang around to hear that conversation because Roy was pretty mad. Later we told Roy what we had done and he got a good laugh out of it. Those were the good old days.
Mike

You're right, Liddle Lathie.

****! I really hate it I wasn't a teenaged drunk like you guys were so I could have some good ol' true, true stories!

SHOOT! I never had no good-ol' memorable hangarounds and headaches! SHOOT! All I ever got was ONE WOMAN AFTER ANOTHER --- sometimes two and three at a time!

HAR! HAR! HAR!

I had a dream like that one time - but I woke up and slid out of bed...

But MINE was a true, true dream, PeeLoser!

HAR! HAR! HAR!

Maybe Jimmy didn't get the message. This forum segment is for Men's Only. Jimmy doesn't qualify. He needs to sign in on "Hopscotch" and "Girly Stuff"...HAR!