Post by kevin502 on Jul 7, 2008 15:17:25 GMT -5
The neighbor's kid next door all weekend had a tire going flat and instead of him going to his father to get a new tire, he kept bothering me in my garage every 15 minutes to give him a shot of my compressor.
After several pit stops for this kid, I used this for an excuse to go to my now passed grandmother's house to look for a bicycle pump I used to have back in the day. I figured I could give it to him and let him build up his biceps.
Once there I crawled through tons of junk in a back room and came across a box full of old albums. It was from my cousin Cathy's collection. She was a big Partridge family fan. So was I.
She now lives in Kansas City.
Anyhoo, I pulled out the records from the cover to see the condition of the records (most were pretty good) and while sliding out the cherry condition "Partridge Family's Sound Magazine", out dropped a very brownish, britteled, old paper letter. I opened it very carefully because it looked like it would shatter into a million pieces if not handled properly.
It said: "Cathy, great hanging out with you and friends, call me if you ever make it to California. David C." It also had a 323 area code telephone number underneath the signature.
I tried all day (Saturday) to call my cousin to tell her about it and finally late that night she answered. I told her about the letter and she said she never knew it existed but that she did meet David after a show in Cincinnati in the summer of 1972. It was just him, not with the other Confederates posing as instrument players. That freaked me out back then because I had bought into the whole family-playing- thinggy. I was 10.
She said she remembered handing the album to him to sign but was disappointed later when he didn't sign it. (Seems he just wrote the note and slipped it into the cover).
Anyway, she said she wanted the note as soon as possible and I sent it to her this morning, but before I mailed it I just had to give the phone number a ring and you won't believe who answered.
After several pit stops for this kid, I used this for an excuse to go to my now passed grandmother's house to look for a bicycle pump I used to have back in the day. I figured I could give it to him and let him build up his biceps.
Once there I crawled through tons of junk in a back room and came across a box full of old albums. It was from my cousin Cathy's collection. She was a big Partridge family fan. So was I.
She now lives in Kansas City.
Anyhoo, I pulled out the records from the cover to see the condition of the records (most were pretty good) and while sliding out the cherry condition "Partridge Family's Sound Magazine", out dropped a very brownish, britteled, old paper letter. I opened it very carefully because it looked like it would shatter into a million pieces if not handled properly.
It said: "Cathy, great hanging out with you and friends, call me if you ever make it to California. David C." It also had a 323 area code telephone number underneath the signature.
I tried all day (Saturday) to call my cousin to tell her about it and finally late that night she answered. I told her about the letter and she said she never knew it existed but that she did meet David after a show in Cincinnati in the summer of 1972. It was just him, not with the other Confederates posing as instrument players. That freaked me out back then because I had bought into the whole family-playing- thinggy. I was 10.
She said she remembered handing the album to him to sign but was disappointed later when he didn't sign it. (Seems he just wrote the note and slipped it into the cover).
Anyway, she said she wanted the note as soon as possible and I sent it to her this morning, but before I mailed it I just had to give the phone number a ring and you won't believe who answered.
