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TakeMeThere This is off thread topic, but since you are from Colorado, do you by chance know the Hobbs sisters? Donna and Janet? Sweet nice gals. They are the sisters of Ed Hobbs the guy who owned and ran Grande Lake Log Homes. Just curious. I went on a few dates with Donna when I was in the Tenth Corps..

I really, REALLY look forward to this movie. I have high hopes that it will touch the heart of my sixten year old son, Trevor. He is wild and funny, and basically "drunk" on his own good looks and his humor. Girls fall for him head over heels. I pray that he will grasp that there is something bigger than "himself" when he sees this flick. He knows the scripture from his youth, and I feel as if I have failed him as his father, because he is as rebellious as can be. Pray for him please.. I do know that I was deeply touched by "Ben Hur" and "The Ten Commandments" with Charleton Heston, and I pray that this movie will touch his heart...

Hi Valerie. Island and Heidi and a few others of us (Bruce and Pam Mahone for instance) were outcasts from the Way in the DC Metro area when we didn't want to side with Craig when he demanded our allegience. So, we all fellowshipped together and had a great time. Island and I actually did a big painting job on a Marriott hotel together. We really were the "Odd Couple" in that he was still "artsy" and I have been a construction worker among other things. I tried to get him to chew tobacco, but he wouldn't. We had fun though. He was just getting back into selling artwork on commission. I talked to him about four years ago, and he is now really doing well selling artwork for way huge prices. He gets a commission from the seller you see. Anyway, I will e-mail to you their last know address and phone number. They may not be there anymore, but I'll send it to you.... Adios, Jonny

Yeah Ted, Socks and I are starting to cook one up. First off I'll send him a cd of some stuff that I did so he can hear how I sound, as well as a recording me on harmonica playing some of the particular songs that I want to do on the project so he can further figure out what is up. With his playing it will be an amazing sound for sure! That's the thing about playing harps. They are nice by themselves of course, but with a band of rythm, bass and drums, they sound better. And Socks was telling me that he can do all of that jazz with his equipment, and of course, his guitar.. It'll be fun. I am really thankful that Socks wants to do this long distance kind of a thing, but he's really into it. Sometime down the road we'll get you a copy... Jonny

Hi Valerie, Ya know, Mrs Lingo was in contact with Linda a couple of years ago. They were even e-mailing back and forth. Don't know the e-mail address anymore. I think she is a horse trainer or something neat. Went from dogs to horses, or maybe elephants. No, I think she has horses now, and lives in Idaho somewhere. Linda is happily married for the second time, and, has five kids!

Ya know Socks, I jusr re-read one of Teds' posts, and I think I know who you are. I'll send you an e-mail.. "Jonny"

Ok Socks. Who are you? Reply to me in the private topics. I will probably know who you are once you say, because the music scene in The Way was one of the biggest deals to me when I was a FNG. My first twig invited me to spend the night with them during the first week of going there, and I brought a tape that had tunes from "Goose Creek Symphony" and one of the songs was very Gospel oriented, and it had really turned me on to Jesus Christ. But of course they told me to; "put it away, and just listen to this! So me and two other guys lay on this double bed listening to a Joyful Noise album and some Good Seed album. And, I loved it deeply because of the Word that I heard in it. My absolute favorite at that time was "Give Christ A Try". I was on cloud nine listening to that stuff. I really like most of the stuff in The Way since that time. Well, we're On God's team was a bit different, but I really loved the stuff that was played live at PFAL 77. Pressed Down, Joyful Noise, et al.. Soo, I would bet that I know who you are if what Shazzdancer says is fact..Private topics? So, The Way made off with one of your guitars? They got my old trombone also. I never really played trombone like I have the trumpet or harmonica though, so I figured they could keep it. It was just a student horn anyway. It would be cool to have it though, and for you, that old guitar may have had lots of sentimental value...

Whoa! Socks, you must be some guitar player with all of those guitars. Plus, you obviously know alot about recording and such. You would help me with this Socks? That would be way too cool of you. I will have to re-read your post to get your instructions down, for as you know we "Stick Players" are a little slow. Also, there was a guy who came to our little town last summer who did the "one man band thing" with his keyboards and all of this drum sound, bass, and song arrangements on disc and etc. He was actually very good, and he and I played up a storm all summer long in the local bars. But the funniest thing happened. I wrecked all of my harps! Blew out the reeds on almost all of them. One night I was drawing in hard on this one note in the middle of Mustang Sally, and I inhaled one of the brass reeds and it sunk itself into the roof of my mouth! My partner wasn't quite sure what was going on with me as I was gagging and sticking my fingers in my mouth the pluck out the intruder until I yanked it out and held it up in front of him. He was very cool too, he just said that he'd move up a key and I grabbed the next harp up, and all went well. But I am rambling again. Point being, I will have to order some more harps from those musiciansfriend.com guys. Hey, all right. I see you have a regular e-mail address also. I'll get back to you... Jonny Lingo

Hi Socks, I have always wanted to do a bunch of songs on my harmonicas (various keys-cross harp) such as Amazing Grace, In The Garden, His Name Is Wonderful, Believing's The Key To Heaven, Yes It Is Jesus, etc. You know, Nice sweet songs that we all used to sing. There'd be no vocals, just a nice background of guitar doing sweet jazz or slightly bluesy chords, while I would simply play the melodies. Maybe some bass and some light percussion. I would call it "Bless Tones". I always thought that would be a neat name for something like that. I never did the "Way Prod" thing much. A little bit on the field in Oregon (we were terrible! But we had big hearts-haha!) and a little bit in residence (10th Corps). But really with my crowd in the Corps, there was alot of people that had been in "on the field bands" and were pretty good at their music. I was a bit intimidated, although I could play fairly well even back then. The first time the Way Productions coordinator put me in a band, this gal with a really nice voice from New York City blurts out at our first meeting; "What's "Jonny Lingo" doin heah? He plays hahmahnica! This isn't gonna be a blues or blooograss band! This is gonna be upbeat, pop! New Yawk!" Man, did I feel like a piece of crap. I did give her a piece of my mind concerning the love of God in contrast to her unbelievable ego, but I was a bit soured on the whole thing to say the least. The first and only time we played for our Corps in the chapel at Emporia, we did a song that had no harmonica, and they gave me a couple of "rythm sticks" to clack together in time with the music. We were supposed to do a second tune after that where I was to also play, but John Lynn felt that "spiritually" one song was enough, so we all sat down. After that, numerous of my buddies came up and said; "Hey "Jonny"! I didn't know you could play the stick!" Yeah, that really made me want to continue with Way Prod. Hah! At any rate, I'm rambling, sorry. I do tend to do that. But, that is kind of what I have been thinking over the years on that project. I can play those tunes in a sweet manner. Remember how the harmonica part that opens up the song "The Old Brownstone"? I can get that sound quite easily. Those surely were some sweet licks on that song, however brief... I also play alot of the usual blues tunes and shuffles fairly hard core which is alot of fun, but I do like sweet and melodic sound alot, and those songs I mentioned could be nice with an electric piano, keyboards, or guitar. An electric guitar like a Gibson hollow body or something. Do you play keyboards or guitar, or what? Jonny Lingo

Yeah Ted, I am in Alaska. Pretty far removed from everybody. It seems pretty neat that you can say; "yeah, I moved away "out in the woods" yet still be close enough to visit with friends in Cleveland. When we visit friends, it's either a day and a half drive to Anchorage or Fairbanks, or a much closer five hour ferry ride to Juneau, where our believer pals live.. Ya know, I was wondering. Is it possible for someone like you, or Socks, or any musician really, to put down rythm, bass and drum tracks, on a CD (or some other recording device-zip drive, whatever) and then send it to me who could then add the lead track with my harmonicas. I am just wondering if this is in the realm of possibility is all.. Hey that's pretty funny about those coons in yer garbage cans. I used have a pet coon when I was a kid. One of these days I am going to have to move back down to America and enjoy all of those things again. My kids could dig all of that too: Snakes, turtles. frogs, night crickets, spring peepers, fireflies, etc..

Hey Ted! It's me "Buck"! But now I go by "Jonny Lingo", the guy in the Mormon video that Dr. Wierwille used to have us watch... At any rate, I am the the guy that used to communicate with you here when there was a thread about "old Way music". Remember that thread? It went on and on, and you gave a running commentary of the music in the ministry and the music of our times. That was a nice thread. No arguing, name calling, invective. Just sweet love of God nostalgia... I am the guy that told you that I like the blues and play harmonica. In fact, I have an idea for a music project that I have had in my heart for a very long time. I have a name for the project, and it would be a collection of nice Sing Along The Way tunes like "In the Garden", "His Name Is Wonderful", "Got Any Rivers", and sweet songs like that where some talented person would play back up on electric piano (know anybody who does that?) in a bluesy/jazzy sort of manner, while I played the melody on my harmonicas. You know, very "tasty". I would simply call the CD, tape, whatever, "Bless Tones". I have always thought that Leon Hanson would be great to back me up on guitar, or, maybe someone who could play the part on the electric pie-anny. Got any ideas? "Buck" aka Jonny Lingo

I would try to get my old trombone back. I once donated it to "Way Prod"...

Lightside, Mrs. Lingo left a message for you in your private topics deal... J.L.

Why thank you Rocky, and thank you Lightside. And yes she does remember the apartment balcony falling off the side of the what was it, second story? And with all of those people on it too! Were you on it Lightside? I have heard that story from her a couple of times. She told me that she had just stepped inside from the balcony and it fell off and onto the ground. But nobody was seriously hurt, right? Yeah, she has always thought of that as a big one in the God's Grace department.. And yes, Not in Kansas, I am sure it was way weird for the girls too. Because, all of the sudden, girls that were my friends, my buddies, all of a sudden became "possible prospectives" and some (not all did seem "desperate") or just plain didn't know how to act. That was what was weird to me. When I finally saw my future wife and Carolynn Young (now Walters), they were in the process of making their escape like me. And Dot, I hadn't thought of the "competition thing", but I can see that too. What if you had changed your dot to a black dot? That mighta been pretty funny. Wish I had thought of that..

Hey, anybody remember THOSE? Well, I sure do. It was one year after I had graduated and spent one year in a fairly cold, but more often RAINY part of Alaska. My assignment after graduation been: "Juneau, Alaska, Twig-start one". Obviously I wasn't limb leader material. I did in fact request Alaska when I had graduated, but, I didn't know I was to be relegated to a relatively remote part of the state. After the first year in which a really neat Twig blossomed, thanks be to God, I decided that I desparately "needed a woman". I was single, and had almost dodged a number of situations with local women, and figured that it was "better to marry that to burn". I needed a woman! And so, one night at Corps week, when there was the most obnoxious of all "Red Dot Dances" (CW/Roa 1983), I had a unique experience. That night, LCM decided that we would divide the "Big Top Auditorium" down the middle, with "Red Dot Way Corps" on the right-facing the stage- and "Blue Dot and Yellow Dot Corps" on the left. Red Dots were unmarried and "looking", and Blue Dots were married, while Yellow Dots were engaged couples. I went to the dance thinking that it might be nice to meet someone, because I didn't really want to spend another Alaskan winter ALONE in the rain and the wind and the cold. But when I went to this dance, it all seemed so absurd. I mean absurd to the MAX! I went to the dance wearing a pair of Tony Lama cowboy boots, Wrangler jeans, and a nice western snap shirt. I went by myself because I was somewhat of a loner. Branded was up front playing the usual songs, and as I was watching, a really nice friend of mine in the Tenth Corps came up to me and started talking. She had been a friend on a casual basis, and had been one who cut hair for us in the Tenth Corps. At first I thought, "Oh cool, it's _____, my friend". But there was something different about her. She began to say; "So Jonny, do you like Country Western Music?" And I replied that I did. Then she asked if I liked Country Western Dancing, and I replied that I did but that I was not much good at it. Then she asked if I liked to "talk about Country Western Dancing and music", and quizzically, I replied, that; "Well, yeah, I guess so". Then she asked; "Well then, do you want to go somewhere and sit down and talk about it?" And I said; "Well sure, aren't we already talking about it?" And she said; "Sure, lets talk some more!" And it was all so strange and weird that I said; "Ya know, all of a sudden I have to go. I'll talk to you after the Red Dot Dance sometime". And then, before I could make it to the outskirts of the tent, another female friend of mine ( a very dear friend) in the Tenth Corps came up and with starry eyes said; "Jonny, do you want to dance?" And I; said; "Why sure!" At first I thought, oh good, here is a friend with whom I can just talk! But then it seemed as if she were caught up in the Red Dot thing. You see, LCM had said that earlier that if anyone "got engaged that night" that they could make the announcement on main stage, "pass through the vale", get a Yellow Dot, and "move on into the Promised Land" of the left side of the stage with the Blue and other Yellow Dots". Well lemme tell ya, this sweet and wonderful woman with whom I had my arms full, was a dear and sweet friend, with whom I had spent many care free hours hiking and target shooting with at Camp Gunnison. We had never had any romantic inclinations, and now this totally unnatural situation had been foisted upon us and it was WAY weird! After the song ended, she asked me if I wanted to go somewhere and "just talk", and really as much as I knew she was really a wonderful person, I just HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE! So, I politely told her that I had to go because I was tired and had to get up the next morning to work on the RV Camping crew for the opening day of The Rock. And as I made my way to the outer edge of the tent, I saw a dear friend of mine named Carolynn Young of the 8th Corps. She was with a friend, and as I saw her and her friend, she kind of smiled a weak smile, as if to say "hi" but also to NOT say " do you want to get together and talk?" I nodded and gave the complimentary "bless you" but proceeded to the outside of the big top so I could go and get a beer which had been made available earlier. "Yeah I thought! I gotta get outa this place and get BEER!" But then, I thought that it would be rude to Carolynn to just say "bless ya" and keep moving, because as we all KNOW, that is what we did many times when we DID NOT want to stop and talk to someone who had been a dear friend in the past, but now we had moved onto a different or even BIGGER assignments...sigh..what a wheenie I had been at times.. At any rate, because I couldn't bear to "dis" this friend of mine, I did an about face and went back and said; "Well hi Carolynn, how are you? Where have you been these days?" And she replied that she had been in Montana, and that she had lived there with her friend Shannon Walls, as she introduced me to her cute friend Shannon, who was standing there with her. I told them that I had just spent a year in Alaska, and when I had said this, they were both really excited as they explained that they had both talked about "moving to Alaska" to start a fellowship there". It was nice to meet Shannon as I told them both how unbearable the Red Dot Dance was, and how I had been "making my escape from the the big top" when I had seen Carolynn, and that I was sorry if it seemed as if I was being rude by not stopping initially. They both agreed that it had been really weird, and that we should go and get a beer. And so we did and we had a nice evening of small talk and later on, said good night. AND EARLY THE NEXT MORNING...When I had gone to work with the camping crew in the RV section, guess who was assigned to work with me as a "roving pair of two" in the RV section? Shannon Walls of the Seventh Corps... And we just celebrated 20 years of marriage this past October 11th... Kinda weird, but cool huh? God works in wondrous ways... :)--> Anybody else remember those red dot dances? [This message was edited by Jonny Lingo on January 20, 2004 at 1:57.]

This is just a post to bring this to the top..And, Thanks 2life!. JL

You know Rocky, I have a dream to be able to write a novel as a matter of fact. I have actually written two chapters of a book about my merchant marine days, and specifically about my first ship when I went to Spain and other places in the Med. You all may notice that many of my posts are in the form of a story, and if that is obnoxious, let me know. But I do like to write, and it would be way cool if I could write and make money from it. I just have to get comitted and start doing it..

Wow Johniam. I have a friend who had a similar swelling, but it turned out to be testicular cancer. They had to remove one of his cojones. He did sire a son after that though. Praise God it was just a simple fix for you!

Romance novels? Moi? Some wimmin may not think that aspect of Merchant Marinin' too romantic! Or, are you referring to the clean the kitchen "trade off" deal? Although, I have actually read a couple of those novels just to see waht it is that seems to trip wimmins triggers. I know what it is now too. As a man, you gotta be big and broad shouldered,very handsome with a "nut brown" tan, and sometimes with "steel gray eyes", or in some cases, "opaline green eyes", or "aquamarine blue" will do as well. Also, your previous experience with a woman had to end either because you were jilted by a vicious conniving bitch whom you had foolishly fallen for because she looked like your mother, or, because the woman with whom you had shared the perfect relationship had died or been killed. Also, you have to be romantic and inclined toward candle light dinners, know your wine, and all of this topped off with LOTS of money! This way you are the perfect hook up for the beautiful, wholesome (yet vivacious!), woman who had been in an abusive relationship with some vicious bastard who had only held sway over the poor woman because she was of low self esteem but who had finally gotten up the gumption to walk away. It'll take you awhile to finally win her heart though because of her resolve to never be stepped on again, a principle you admire in her of course. But when it all comes together in the end, she gives over her heart as does you yourself, and you make passionate love as you slip her your "manhood". And then she lives with you in your inherited estate and you buy her anything she wants and you travel the world..

My wife and I actually have a game that we play: We call it "Trading For Sexual Favors". For instance, if I do a complete "make over" of the kitchen, which means: I do all the dishes, put everything away, wipe all counters, and even clean the stove and under the electric burners and make it all really ship shape, I give her a sly grin and say; "You owe me!" to which she replies, "Yes I do!" And then of course, mad love ensues... And it is the same thing when she really puts out in a "service oriented sort of way", like a really nice dinner after a hard day of work, I end up owing her, in the way that she "likes it best", if you get my drift... But, it is an arrangement that we both like, which therefore makes it cool...No what I mean? Now, that don't make my wife a whore, does it?

I used to buy hookers all the time when I was a sixteen to twenty year old Merchant Seaman. I remember my first one, Angela in Barcelona. After the deed was done, she asked me how old I was, and when I showed her my identification which showed my birth year as 1957, she did the math and with a shock on her face asked; "You Madre? You Padre? They know you here?" And I said; "Well, I hope not!" And she said; "No, I mean they know you are Marinero (mariner)?" And I said; "Oh sure, they wanted me to be a Merchant Marine". Then she touched my cheek with compassion and said; "You are a bambino!" And I was a little embarrassed and reminded her that I had just done her like a man. But that didn't wash too well and she grabbed me by the hand and took me to a restaurant and bought me a beer and food, and we talked all about life and families and even God and it was really cool. We had quite a moment with each other. Then we drank more beers and went out dancing and she put off her "business" for the rest of the whole evening in order to spend time with me. When we parted she said with real compassion "Via con Dios mi bambino! But as far as going ashore was concerned, this was par for the course with almost all of my shipmates ranging in ages from my age all the way up into their fifties. I had women while in Spain, Portugal, and while in Puerto Rico, I had women from Uruguay, Colombia, Puerto Rico, and Venezuela. I came to really love Latin women. It really wasn't considered terribly "wrong" amongst my shipmates, and amongst the Latinos it was simply the thing to do to keep things simple :)--> I guess I had better sign this as "John" instead of Jonny, huh Z-Shot? Haha! :D-->

One evening, a little boy of nine peeks into the bedroom door of his newly divorced mother and sees her lying on her bed totally naked and rubbing her hands up and down her entire body and saying with much passion; "Oh God, I need a man! Oh God I need a man!" Being very disturbed by this, the little boy returns to his room and after much concern, finally falls to sleep. And for the next three nights, he witnesses his Mommy doing the same thing. By this time he is VERY disturbed by it, but is afraid to ask his Mommy what is going on. Finally on Saturday night, he sneaks down the hallway and peeks into his Mommy's room, and low and behold, there is Mommy, naked on the bed with a naked man! Wide eyed, the little boy runs down the hall bursts into his room, takes off all of his clothes, jumps into his bed........ (scroll down) . . . . . . . . And starts running his hands all up and down his body and saying with much passion; "Oh God I need a bicycle! Oh God I need a bicycle!!"

Dot Matrix! I did finish it. But I just edited it, so it is on the same post that you did read. Scroll back up and there you will find the conclusion... Jonny

Socks, your California stories have me laughing, as well as have inspired me. It's kinda strange that alot of my wildest weirdest stories are about things that happened to me while in California, or should I say like the Governator "Collyforneeya...." Back East, every so often, one of our high school friends would drop out and take off "to California to get his or her head together". That was a common theme back in the day. I wonder if kids still say that one? I am from Maryland, and just after I had sailed on my first merchant ship to the Meditteranean and back, I headed out to California to meet up with some other guys with whom I had been classmates at the maritime school from which we had all recently graduated. We had all agreed just before we shipped out on world tours, that after we all came back to the States with lots of moolah, that I should come out to West Covina, Collyforneeya, where three of the four buddies lived, and that they would show me a "California good time". This seemed like a good idea to me, because this way, I could "go to California to get my head together".. So, I got off the Trailways bus somewhere near West Covina, or Valinda, and there were my three grinning Merchant Marine Buddies, and the "California good times" began. That first night we went to a party which was mostly high school kids, and lots and lots of nicely tanned high school beauties. Since I was only seventeen, this was way ok for me! A few nights later, after we had drinken (drank? drunk?) a bunch of canned mixed drinks that we had stolen from a grocery store freezer- we drank 'em and then put the empties back-they decided that I had to see Hollywood. So we go to the liquor store-one of the guys was 21-and buy a bunch of booze. My closest friend, Jonny Vermoch and I had decided to split a 5th of Tequila, and the other guys being "smarter" bought a couple 5ths of Jack Daniels. Then we all piled into this borrowed "spray painted silver" 69 Volkswagon van, commence to drinkin' and head west to Hollywood. We managed to get there in one piece, but as soon as we got to Hollywood Blvd, we had determined that we needed more booze. So, we stopped right on the boulevard (either Sunset or Hollywood-I can't quite remember, really) and took a pee right next to the van, just giggling and laughing away as pedestrian passers by kinda laughed at us but steered abit clear as well. Then we went into this liquor store which also had a huge jar of pickled eggs for sale at the counter, and for some odd reason, I decided that "we all had to try some pickled eggs". Well, everybody tried one, but I ate four. Mmmm, pickled eggs and tequila! After that we bought another bottle of Jack Daniels to pass around as we drove in search of Gromman's Chinese Theater so I could see the foot prints and or hand prints of the Stars. [Ya know, I have to go to work, I will have to come back to finish this one!] Ok-ok-ok, I'm back. So, we drive around Hollywood, watched the all of the interesting people, yell stupid things to girls and hookers, and finally end up at Gromman's Chinese Theater. I did find John Waynes hand prints and put my hands in his hand prints, but for some reason, I seemed to be even more intrigued with the idea of putting my hands in the hand prints of Dick Van Dyke. Unfortunately there was already someone there (poor people!) putting their hands in DVD's hand prints, and although I wanted to be polite, I stumbled right into them and pushed this woman away while exclaiming; "Hey it's Dick Van Dyke!" She and her friends were annoyed as I fell down while trying to bend down to put my hands there. Good thing there was not a boyfriend, or I woulda been toast for sure... Well, that's all I can remember of Hollywood that night. The next thing I remember is being in that VW Van, going down the freeway with my friends and announcing to them that I was "going to be sick! Stop the van!" Well, we were going pretty fast, and there were lotsa cars on the freeway (Santa Monica Freeway maybe? Socks?) and so someone opened the sliding side door to the van and said; "Go ahead! Start heavin'!" So I lean out of the van while someone is holding my belt, and as the asphalt is speeding past my face at around sixty or so miles an hour and only three feet away, I clear my belly of all of those aweful pickled eggs, the tequila, and the Jack Daniels. After that they pulled me in, and the next thing remember was the smell of rubber and lots of intense heat. Yeah, it must have been three o'clock in the afternoon, when I woke up to the smell of rubber, intense heat, and an even more intense headache. When my eyes began to see, I was looking very closely at tire tread and I found that I was "spooning" with the spare tire that was laying on the van floor. I was all curled up sweetly around this tire in some nice suburban neighborhood that only looked vaguely(sp?) familiar. I sat up with much pain in my head, got out of the van and somehow walked to a 7-11 store and called my friend John, who, knowing where I was, came to get me. His mom had a pool at her/his house, so when I got there, I ate some aspirin, and relaxed in the pool for a bit, as they told me of the nights escapades. To all of this, I say; "Whoaa dude! That was some AMAZING GRACE!" Oh, and you might never woulda guessed this, but just the smell of Tequila (Ta-Killya!) makes me ill to this day... [This message was edited by Jonny Lingo on January 12, 2004 at 22:47.]

Wow! Thanks guys! "Luannayoubeautiful" was really blessed by your responses! She doesn't come to the GS Cafe much, but, she wanted to make a contribution on this thread when I pointed it out to her... :)-->