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More than you want to know: I am a senior citizen, quick someone tell me when is graduation, I was too old to be beatnik and too young to be a hippie. You've heard "middle-aged crazy" well I went middle-aged sane.
The first half of my life I was a professional musician. First in the 30th Army band in Munich Germany. I played tuba in the marching band, string bass in the big band and jazz ensemble, the last one paid...more than just the $120 a month the army paid me.
Back home attending school on the GI Bill at Auburn University studing music composition under John Tamblyn PhD. His piano teacher's piano teacher was Bella Bartok. In my Junior year Summer Qtr, Body Hinton head of the music department called me in and asked if I'd like to go on the road with the Jimmy Dorsey Band. Whoa sez I, my ship has come in I' going into the "big time". Yeah, I said yes. Told my wife this is it darli' next stop New York City. But I picked up the band in Indianapolis, Indiana they were staying at the Hilton yessir’re the big time.
The next morning at check out I met the piano player aka Fice Mook at check out. I asked him doesn’t the band pay for the hotel? He just laughed. I knew I was sold short.
Long story longer: at 35 I was with a band that had signed a record deal with London records, the man who signed us was the same man, Walt McGuire, who had signed the Rolling Stones to their first record deal; our producer was Chips Moman who was responsible for reviving Elvis’s career after the army…. Whoa sez I, my ship has come in I'm going into the "big time." Yeah, I said yes. Told my wife this is it darlin' next stop New York City. We did play NYC, recorded an album and nothing else happened at 40 I realized a life of Sex Drugs, and Rock’n’Roll wouldn’t see me in retirement… so I decided I had to learn how to make a living… more later...
My father said you can’t know where you’re going without knowing where you’ve been and you can’t know yourself with out knowing who you came from…
I am the son of Norwood Roberts son of Philip Roberts the son of William Roberts son of Philip Roberts III son of Philip Roberts II son of Philip Roberts I son of Thomas Roberts. Philip Roberts II fought with General Marion in the War of Independence or Revolutionary War .
My great, great, grandmother was Mary Ann Evans whose mother was Ann H. Macon whose father was Hartwell Macon whose mother was Mary Stephens whose father was William Stephens whose father was Richard Stephens whose father was Richard Stephens whose father was Richard Stephens whose father was Edward, Lord of Eastington, Stephens whose father was Henry Stephens whose father was John Stephens whose father was John Stephens Esq. whose father was Baron John Stephens whose father was Baron Richard Stephens whose father was John Stephens whose father was John Fitz Stephen whose father was Henry Fitz Stephen whose father was Henry Fitz Stephen whose father was John Fitz Stephen whose father was Ralph Fitz Stephen whose father was Ralph Fitz Stephen whose father was Ralph Fitz Stephen whose father was Thomas Fitz Stephen whose father was Airard Fitz Stephen came to England in 1066 from Normandy. Airard Fitz-Stephen who was the captain of the ship Moira, the ship that William the Conqueror took to England for the invasion and the subsequent Battle of Hastings.
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By David Roberts:
head nurse miz liz hart
Now I’m an old man and have seen five continents and people of every stripe. By far the meanest woman I ever knew was Head Nurse Miz Liz Hart. Let me explain: when I grew up we had a family doctor, Dr. Hugh McCullough. Dr. Hugh doctored everything from gall bladders to colds to wart removal. You could look at Dr. Hugh and you knew he was a kind, gentle, caring man. Never in a hurry. He always had time – not like today where your GP is allotted 15 minutes to guess what’s wrong with you and write a prescription.