tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690830375210924384.post4944146098183898485..comments2023-05-25T10:02:12.022-05:00Comments on Delaney's Delusions: 100 Things (part 1 of 2)Delaney Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09953479785903934705noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690830375210924384.post-30418363029399619422007-11-29T21:57:00.000-06:002007-11-29T21:57:00.000-06:00I remember that Garth Brooks concert like it was y...I remember that Garth Brooks concert like it was yesterday. Hearing the super secret final verse to Friends In Low Places still ranks as one of the greatest discoveries of my childhood.<BR/><BR/>Later I would sing that song with a friend and a cousin at a school talent competition. My parents politely informed us that we weren't allowed to sing that last verse.G.B. Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16953230695805092735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690830375210924384.post-35099765327201737472007-11-28T17:50:00.000-06:002007-11-28T17:50:00.000-06:00I can’t believe you didn’t tell the much more trau...I can’t believe you didn’t tell the much more traumatic Lovett’s story where you told Jenny and I that Mom and Dad had out of the blue given us permission to go by ourselves, so we went, and when we got back you told us you lied and we had to hide our candy, but we were already busted anyway, and as a result I got my first and only spanking. Thanks.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428308092232721128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690830375210924384.post-8643598905626957712007-11-28T17:49:00.000-06:002007-11-28T17:49:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428308092232721128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690830375210924384.post-80861267586380777562007-11-28T12:13:00.000-06:002007-11-28T12:13:00.000-06:00You have such an eye (and memory) for the details....You have such an eye (and memory) for the details. I had a similar experience when going through all of the boxes under Grandma's bed--startling flashes from my childhood--a scrapbook I hadn't seen in half a century, but it was so familiar; letters written to my grandparents about important events from my childhood that seem to be written by a stranger. This is good stuff--keep going.Vickiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17278497336637138119noreply@blogger.com