tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post7252507860189008186..comments2023-06-27T07:07:36.019-07:00Comments on RickBaber.com: Jena 6Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-47620467946518816792008-01-04T21:12:00.000-08:002008-01-04T21:12:00.000-08:00ok thanksok thanksAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-62520648553863231662007-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:002007-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:00Rick Baber said... Hey. Rednecks gotta have fun to...Rick Baber said... <BR/>Hey. Rednecks gotta have fun too.<BR/>BTW, I don't know if this was ever published in the paper for the other rednecks to peruse. Maybe "anon" is my editor......<BR/><BR/>(sorry about posthing this on another thread. Too dumb to work this website, I guess...)Rick Baberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14401912075117161876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-58734842924461163532007-09-29T18:41:00.000-07:002007-09-29T18:41:00.000-07:00I do not remember forcing you to read any of this,...I do not remember forcing you to read any of this, drivel or not...and you obviously gave two-shits enough to respond...makes me wonder what kind of childhood you had there Anonymous. <BR/><BR/>And just to set the record (yeah, we have those) straight, we were hardly children at the time, or so the FBI said when they investigated one of our redneckisms. -mrAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-4456273841892655282007-09-29T11:22:00.000-07:002007-09-29T11:22:00.000-07:00Like anybody could give two shits about what you h...Like anybody could give two shits about what you hicktown rednecks did when you were children....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-3491865008524726532007-09-28T15:34:00.000-07:002007-09-28T15:34:00.000-07:00Dang. Hurts my head to remember all of that stuff...Dang. Hurts my head to remember all of that stuff. That Oak tree was sure real at BJHS, plus several dozen other events, locations, and people that still cannot be named. I plead the 5th. We had a few racial struggles, but you are so right, these were 1:1, with the two dudes smacking each other about the head and shoulders while we all watched. Albeit in separate white and black camps, and with everyone feeling a little edgy, in case a full riot broke out. Which it never did. At BHS, I remember just one other standoff where a weapon was flashed. It was a big lusty handgun, maybe a 38, being waved around by a big-shot guy who had just landed in the southland from NY, NY. I think that we said something like "Lower the weapon son, that ain't called for here." And the peer pressure won that day. As for the mob scene after lunch, I was already inside the school, with a small band of reinforcements (with some reasonably bad dudes along side (gorilla, mulligan, etc.) so that if things got cooking outside, we would have made the scene. Then, when Buster and the gang went through us and the black guys, we all just melted too. CJ was not someone to trifle with - he was a golden gloves man if you recall. Plus, those of us on the football team would have been put through enough full-pad exercises to send us into early retirement, that's *permanent* retirement. -mrAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15206271.post-75888888676657516712007-09-23T17:40:00.000-07:002007-09-23T17:40:00.000-07:00Eagles. Sad Cafe.Eagles. Sad Cafe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com