AC/DC Cash

One of the AC/DC dollars that was dropped on the audience during "Money Talks," Sep. 7, 1986; Allen County War Memorial Coliseum, Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Front.

Back.

Who Made Who tour, great show! SO LOUD!! I woke up the next morning for school and my ears were still ringing. I was a little bit worried they were permanently damaged. Pretty sure it was the cannons during, "For Those About To Rock" that did it. I was toward the front of the stage and could feel vibrations from the "BOOM!" echoing in my sinuses. Great, great show. I went with a couple of guys I worked with at McDonalds.

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Andy

Andy was a rock and roll animal on the bus.

These photos were taken at, or on the way to, high school speech and debate events. 

Andy used to say and do a lot of cool things. He played drums in high school marching band and one summer, during a local parade, a child ran over and grabbed at Andy's drum. He hit the child's hand with a drumstick and say, "Don't touch my drums."

Hippy Shirts

In the mid 1980s, my friend Duane and I picked up a couple of old hippie shirts at a thrift store. Wide collars, soft and stretched from years of wear. To us, they felt like something dug up from another lifetime. The late 60s weren’t even twenty years gone, but at 16 that was forever. We wore them for an afternoon and just laughed, like we’d stepped into a world that didn’t belong to us.

Twenty years doesn’t stretch the way it used to. It’s like some kid today digging through a thrift bin and pulling out a shirt from 2005—a Von Dutch hat, a Livestrong bracelet, baggy jeans—holding it up like it’s from another planet. To me, that stuff still feels more or less contemporary.

Hands Across America

Yep, I did this. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.
We met at the high school and were bussed  around to where they needed people.
Weird thing.

Hands Across America: May 25, 1986.

I was not particularly community minded in high school, but I do remember participating in things like this. I also participated in a community disaster response drill where I was instructed to act like I was injured along with a bunch of other people at the high school (of course), then we were taken to the hospital to see how emergency response teams would handle such an event. I don't know why, but I was always quick to volunteer for things like that.

Debaters

Local newspaper clipping ("Post & Mail"? Columbia City, IN) depicting high school debate practice. I am looking through evidence on the far right. I sucked at speech and debate but participated anyway.

1984 Diary: Selected Excerpts

Selected journal entries (circa March-April, 1984) -

* "Today was a good day because nobody told me what to do and we all got along fine".

* "In gym class, James was making fun of me for not having much hair on my legs. I, myself, don't feel that having hairy legs is important at all...maybe I shouldn't even be his friend anymore".

* "Tomorrow is class. I hope I look good, because I haven't looked good in class even one time all year".

* "We went to a fish fry. It was fun, even though nobody from my class was there".

* "I didn't go to church today and I'm glad.
It's not that I don't believe in God, it's just that churches give me a real bad feeling".

* "I don't like how I look.
I prayed about it, but nothing happened.
I don't know what else to do".

* "I had a good day today. We didn't do anything in gym class...if tomorrow goes like I plan, tomorrow will be just as good".

* "One of my dad's friends finally decided to go into alcoholism treatment. We went to Ohio to visit him. It was fun".

* "Dad got mad at me for reading too much and not talking to anybody. He got so mad he was almost screaming, then he threatened to take away my comic books".

* "Grandma Roth gave me a new shirt - it has the name of her church on it".

* "Nick and I stole 2 of Uncle Rick's rubbers when we were over there for Easter.
We put one in a guy's mailbox and saved the other until today when we sold it to a kid at church for a dollar".

* "I got a new pair of jeans at the mall. All is well and I have no problems".

* "Today I worked in the school cafeteria and almost got fired for throwing a milk in the air & letting it land in the meat balls".

* "I guess there's nothing else to say, except good-bye". 

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Dec. 9, 2004]

1984 Revisited

Previously, I've posted some excerpts from a journal I kept as a child in 1984. I just reviewed that journal again and found additional enjoyment.

My 1984 journal contains commentary relevant to just about all spheres of life (if you're a 13 year old) -

Personal Recollections -

          "...the glory of killing a chicken..."

Fiction -

          "Tapioca was spinning through space, imprisoned on a love asteroid."

Economic Speculation -

          "My collection of Encyclopedia Brown books will be worth a fortune."

Cultural Criticism -

          "Jock Itch is the fad of the '80s."

Social Observation -

          "There are a lot of druggies in North America, not to mention John Cougar."

Solutions -

          "If life gets too tough, you can always take the Nestea plunge..."

Lost Popular Slogans of the Day -

          "Get laid in an arcade!"

[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, Jan. 29, 2006]

7 Stupid Dreams

What does a 14 year old dream about?

My time capsule might have some clues, it contains a short dream notebook from March, 1984:

1. "I went to a martial arts class, but when I walked into the building, everybody was just sitting on benches looking around.
Then the teacher came in and made us read from a computer book. It didn't have anything to do with martial arts at all".

2. "I dreampt I was watching a cable TV station that was all about video games".

3. "I was at Nick's house and he had a cup full of liquid vitamin C.
We were dipping chips in it".

4. "We were getting ready for church & a lady from the church was telling us about their Sunday School.
I kept imagining her naked while she was talking and I wanted to have sex with her".

5. "Aunt Denise gave me and Todd a bunch of old comic books, a bunch of new records, and a Hall & Oats tape".

6. "Deb gave Mark 2 plastic bags full of pink stuff".

7. "I was running down some stairs really fast, looking for the bathroom, but couldn't find it anywhere. Then I went outside and there was a man with a black beard. He gave me a skull".

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Dec. 8, 2004]

1984

In 1984, when I was only 14 years old, we had to make a time capsule for a class. I kept the envelope in my files over the years and recently realized it was past time to open it (the envelope was labelled, "Do Not Open Until May 19, 2004. If I die, burn this sucker.").

I vaguely remember making the time capsule and thinking I would be disappointed when I open this after waiting all those years. I didn't want to include anything that might be useful, so I just included some writings and stuff I would have thrown away otherwise:

There were some biographical things:

My best memory is:  the comic book convention
Recently I've learned: That I like heavy metal (Black Sabbath)

I also included two pretty piss poor short stories:

The first one is titled, "The Tragic Life of Walter Locatelli." It was written on a classic typewriter, which looks pretty rugged after having written everything in word processing programs for the last 10 years. It begins, "Walter Locatelli is an unhappy man. As a child, his parents tortured him in his crib".
It goes downhill fast after that, and soon degenerates into a bunch of incomprehensible gibberish.

The second story isn't as good (it was difficult to find a suitable line for posting). It's a war story - "They killed some of our guys, but we killed more of theirs. My partner, Alvin, was shot down. He owed me $12.00, but his wallet was in his pocket floating over the horizon with the rest of his bottom half; so I started swimming that way too, looking for it".

I also included this horrible photo of myself as a kid, sitting on Santa's lap and looking nauseated:

Ho Ho Ho.

And a drawing of my cat, Meemeek:

Meemeek..

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Dec. 7, 2004]

Mr. VooDoo

In junior high, my friend Mark and I jotted off hundreds of voodoo curse notes and placed them all over the school. Our intent was to weird people out. The text of the notes read, "You is cursed, says Mr. VooDoo," and was accompanied by a badly drawn skull with a few feathers sticking out of it.

"You is cursed," says Mr. VooDoo.

We'd slip these notes into students' textbooks, teachers' grade books, people's lockers, under staff coffee cups, and inside teachers' office mailboxes. All over the place.

Luckily, our 8th-grade teacher found it amusing and gave us a special mention at graduation for making something entertaining out of nothing. She said she’d crack up whenever she opened a book and one of those notes fell out.

ABOUT PEE

I kept a copy of this mimeographed poem since junior high. 

I think it still holds up after  35 years.

ABOUT PEE

The sun pees in his bed

A horse pees out his tail

A duck pees by his mouth

A ghost pees out of his nose

A spaceman pees on top of his saucer

A hog pees from his ears and makes tears

A chair pees by his legs

Teeth pee by the point of a gumdrop

A toilet pees in a bowl

A man pees in his mouth

A man pees on top of the museum

A dog pees on top of the furniture

A cat pees on food - echk!

A cat pees on dog mess

A drawer pees where the flies live

A jacket pees by the zipper

A coat pees out its pocket

A devil pees by the fork and tail

A boat pees out the propeller

A garbage can pees on people's hands

A flower pees on the stems

- Ronald and Ellen

Michiana Comicon

Wow - $1.00 comic con admission. This was 1983-84 in the midwest, so it was nothing like today's Comic Cons. They even spelled it as one word: "Comicon." Our friends John & Dickey invited me and brother Todd to go with them. It was amazeballs at the time. I forget what city it was in. Maybe Elkhart?

Admit One: $1.00.

Todd got a copy of G.I. Joe #10 signed by the artist. I bought a bunch of titles I couldn't get anywhere else, like Judge Dredd, or obscure independent titles Johnny Nemo. A lot of them weren't all that great, but I was all about seizing an opportunity to encounter something new and weird that I might not find anywhere else. 

Johnny Nemo image taken from an eBay ad. I bought these three same issues.

Chili Dog Burrito Nightmare

The first burritos I ever ate were frozen ones from the supermarket.

Our supermarket’s frozen brand offered three varieties:

• Red Hot (in a red wrapper),
• Mild (in a green wrapper), and
• Chili Dog (in a brown wrapper).

I loved the first two, but Chili Dog was introduced later, and I was unfamiliar with it the first (and only) time I tried one. I assumed it would be filled with beefy chili dog-style chili or something.

I'll never forget my shock the first time I bit into it – the burrito had a whole hot dog in it! It was a hot dog wrapped in beans, then encased in a tortilla and frozen. You would bite into it and pull the whole hot dog out.

It seemed very unnatural and wrong. I was probably 12 or 13 years old, and I think I shrieked out loud when I bit into it and pulled out a hot dog. It was messed up. I'm glad it never caught on.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, June 30, 2004]

P-E-P-S-I S-P-I-R-I-T

In 1981, Pepsi launched a bottle cap collecting game to ignite the "Pepsi Spirit" in their customers. The idea was simple: collect the letters printed on the inside of each bottle cap to spell "Pepsi Spirit." This was before plastic twist-off caps were common, and you had to pop open a Pepsi with a bottle opener. Here’s the original commercial.

As a kid, I didn't realize that the rarest letter was the elusive R. I thought the distribution of letters was even, and I would excitedly tell people that we had all the letters except for the R. Little did I know, everyone was in the same boat.

One day, while stopping at a gas station, my friend and I thought we had struck gold. The gas station owner had altered a P into an R with a marker and had the caps displayed next to the register. We were ecstatic and thought our dream of completing the Pepsi Spirit was finally coming true.

"We have the E! You have the R! Let's go in together and split the money!" we exclaimed.

But then, the gas station owner laughed and pointed out that it was a fake R—one of the fifth ones he'd made because people kept stealing them!

Pretty good prank.

[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, May 18, 2006]

Fortress of Solitude (Presto Magix)

Does anybody remember Presto Magix? You would get a background with a sheet of objects and characters that you could permanently transfer wherever you wanted them.

The best Presto Magix kits included a large variety of characters, but there were some duds like Superman's Fortress of Solitude that didn't give you much to work with. The only way to entertain yourself with these duds was to make inappropriate half-assed creations like this one that I found in a box of old personal items some years ago.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Feb. 3, 2004]

Gill-Frank Road Trips

[Compiled from various posts on the Gilliomville message board, contributed by various Gillioms and Franks]:

Remember Nick asking us, “Do you wanna eat at King's Island (spoken in a joyful tone of voice) or Pearl's Diner (spoken in a tone of disgust)”?

Pearl's Diner is a great memory. Now that I am a man and no longer a child, I would much rather eat at a diner that at an amusement park. I think my true motivation was to try to get to the park as early as possible so I could be one of the first people on the Beast or whatever the big roller coaster was back then.

I can just imagine the parents tallying up the breakfast bill. Do we wanna fill up at a reasonable diner with free coffee refills, or load up on snack foods at five times the regular price?

We met a girl at a party who was from Richmond, IN. She was familiar with all the rides at King's Island and Cedar Point, and she seemed to prefer King's Island. She called me "old school" when I mentioned the Screamin' Demon. Man, it was fun to go there.

Do you remember the trip to Michigan?  I remember staying in some cheap cabins and Jonnie climbed up the lattice work on the front of the office. I do not have one other memory of the whole trip.

I remember car problems at a grumpy guy's campground we called Crazy Gukenheimer and the sun shining as we boarded a big boat.

Crazy Gukenheimer was the man who rented us our cabins. Herb remembers when we stopped to see if there was a vacancy, there was an old woman in the office. She wrote a note and put it in the mouth of a large dog. She told the dog to go find Daddy and he took off to find the man that Jon and Herb later called Crazy Gukenheimer. Pretty soon the guy came. He had been fishing down at the lake behind the cabins. By that time, Jonnie had climbed up the lattice work of the office. We spent the night there and I remember you four boys were going all directions.

I remember the boat ride too, but I didn't understand where we were going or why we were on it. I thought it was magnificent. I also remember being terrified of the haunted house, and waiting with some of the adult women while Jonnie and either Nick or Ross went inside with my Dad, I think. I was terrified that Jonnie wouldn't survive to come back out again. There were pictures on the outside of devilish horrors I didn't understand -- and that made them REALLY scary, because Jonnie and I imagined the worst possibilities of what was going on in there.

I remember being terrified in that haunted house!  Dad was carrying me by the end of it.  One monster jumped out and scared the crap out of me – I started crying and the monster goes, “I was just kidding, little kid”.

The island we visited was Mackinaw. We took a ferry over and rented horse drawn carriages to see the island. There are no cars on the island. Most of us have been there several times. It is a nice short trip from Indiana.

Do you boys remember getting pigs in a blanket at IHOP and putting every kind of syrup at the table? 

Cheating at the Pinewood Derby

The only things I really remember from my short time in Cub Scouts are dressing as a monkey for a play, answering “dandelion” when they asked for flower names (and getting laughed at), and the pinewood derby.

For the derby, you got a block of wood and some wheels to make a car and raced it downhill. My dad, still drinking back then, was very into it. One Saturday night, while I was watching SNL, he was in the basement melting lead fishing sinkers with a few beers. He drilled holes in the front of my car, poured in the molten lead to make it heavier, sealed the holes with wood putty, and painted them yellow like headlights. When that looked too obvious, he slathered the whole front of the car in thick yellow paint.

I got the date of the race wrong and missed it, which turned out to be a blessing. Another kid told me they weighed the cars, so my lead-filled masterpiece would’ve gotten me busted and humiliated.

Between that and “dandelion,” Cub Scouts was not my shining moment.

Blasts from the Past

During last month's travels, I was able to browse through old family photos for the first time in years. I brought a few of them home with me for scanning, like this one:

Me & Brother Todd in the 1970s.

I also learned that plaid clothing was a constant presence in my childhood photos.

The highlight of the trip was a box of memorabilia from my mother that had recently been delivered to my brother in Missouri. My mother died when I was 10 years old, so it was interesting to look through the stuff. A lot of it was famiiar from my childhood, though most of the photographs were totally new to me.

I'd never seen this one before:

My mother, age 3; with Santa Claus, 1950s.

Then there were my baby pics from 1970. It's pretty funny how little I've changed since then:

1 year old Jonnie, 1970.

[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, Sep. 1, 2005]

Dreaming of a Plaid Christmas

 Jonnie and Todd, the Gilliom Bros. - Christmas in the 1970s.

The Plaid Brothers

 Jonnie and Todd Gilliom: The Plaid Brothers.

“We’re on a mission from mom.”