Since I am on vacation,
I thought I would
Re-Post
a story from the last time I ended up in
Wisconsin
while on vacation.
From
July 17th, 2016
my
Post
called
Rock Star Syndrome
*****
This is how my train of thought goes.
I thought I would
Re-Post
a story from the last time I ended up in
Wisconsin
while on vacation.
From
July 17th, 2016
my
Post
called
Rock Star Syndrome
*****
This is how my train of thought goes.
In my
Post
from a couple of days ago called
I talked about my
"Glory Days"
with some of my
Band Mates
from years gone by.
How I was invited by
The Professor
from
Bowie State University in Maryland,
to participate in an impromptu jam session
but was unable to go because of family obligations.
This got me to thinking about how it felt to be on stage in front of any size crowd.
The so called
Rock Star Syndrome.
That got me to thinking about a time in my life where I felt like a
Rock Star
for the very last time.
During the 1990's I owned season tickets to the
football team.
On one occasion I took my wife.
Before the game started,
The Marine Corps
from
were outside the stadium demonstrating equipment
and showing off some of the larger vehicles of war.
Just inside the entrance to the stadium,
in the common area,
there stood a
Tank.
It was guarded by
five or six
Marines.
Luckily for me,
they recognized me from working on the base.
They started yelling,
"Hey, there's Jim. Hi Jim!"
They waved
and yelled
and I waved back.
All around the area people were staring at me wondering who I was.
Was I a celebrity,
a person of prominence,
or maybe a
Rock Star?
It was crowded too!
People stared at me
and talked about me all the while I was walking to my seat.
It was the last time that I felt like a
Rock Star!
Thank you
United States Marines!
This is,
I Wouldn't Tell You This Story If It Wasn't True,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star." - Cassandra Clare, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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