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I got a flat tire in a ghost town
“It’s bad,” Mom’s voice quivered over the phone. I could tell that she was crying. I hated to hear my mom cry. I’d die a thousand deaths not to hear her start sniffling.
“How bad?” I asked, choking back tears of my own.
“I don’t know,” she cleared her throat. “We’re trying to get the next flight out but everything’s booked up.”
My parents had never gone on vacation in all the years that I’ve lived. It wasn’t easy raising a kid on minimum wages — no job was permanent either. With the little they had, they were able to work their way up in industries that they entered out of desperation. I highly doubt my mother aspired to a life in retail, where she’d miss holidays and soccer practices. No one wants to clean up another man’s shit — but my father never bitched when he came home with stained coveralls. There was always food in my stomach, even if they had to skip a meal. Now that I left the house and went away to college (the first I might add), they could save up for themselves. So, this vacation was huge for them. This was the first time they travelled to another country, let alone out of the Southeast. It’s only fitting that it’d be cut short due to emergency.
“I’ll go,” I said.
“N— No,” she coughed. “You can’t. You have finals—”
“I’ll get an extension,” I said, “family comes first.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I want to.”
“We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“Okay,” I said, “I got this. Don’t worry.”
“Be careful.”
“I will. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It was 1:33 in the morning. An ungodly hour — and certainly not one in which you want to receive a phone call from your mom. I woke up before the phone rung, and seeing MOM flash over the screen sent me into a mini panic attack. I knew nothing good would come from answering that phone and yet I had no choice but to press talk. I had to go. I owed it to them. I owed it to everyone.
My professor was known to arrive at his office incredibly early to write. The book he assigned for his classes, his own self published book My Writing, highlighted his writing process. He liked to finish his classes in the early afternoon, eat dinner as a late lunch, spend some time thinking about his dead wife, and be in bed by five in the evening. Hopefully he didn’t feel like sleeping in today. I needed to talk to him as soon as possible.
I got to the English Department doors around two. They were locked so I had to wait. My back slid down the brick wall and I hugged my knees. The campus sat with an eerie stillness in the middle of the night, resembling an oil painting in the blurred vision of my crying eyes. I felt like the only person left alive. My breath billowed into the unusually cold January air and a shadow shifted beyond the trees. The dark figure scuttled into the reach of a lamp post and James Mason’s hair swung wildly from its recent bout with a pillow. His eyes hung heavy in his potato sack eyelids. I stood up when he got close.
“I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” Professor Mason groaned.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You wouldn’t be here if you had good news.”
“No,” I said. “I guess I wouldn’t.”
“Bad news can never wait.”
Professor Mason unlocked the doors and nearly fell through. He disappeared into the shadows of the dark office and I stood there, petrified over what he might say. He wasn’t waiting up for me, that’s for sure. The door swung closed and I caught it before it could snap shut.
I entered the empty office and listened for a clue as to which direction the professor went. It was utterly silent. A light flicked on in one of the back rooms. I walked down the hall and looked in on Professor Mason’s sacred writing ritual. He took out a hot plate and plugged it in, poured water from his thermos into a teapot, and let it heat up. I was too afraid to break the peaceful silence of his tasks. He set up a French press and poured in fresh ground coffee beans. Then, he waited by leaning back in his chair and staring at me with a nonchalant bemusement.
“I don’t give higher grades for sexual favors,” he said, “if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No,” I said disgustingly, “Of course not.”
“Then what the hell are you doing here?”
“Okay,” I said, breathing deeply in attempt to calm my raging heart, “my grandmother is in bad shape. She fell and hit her head and my grandpa can’t take care of her on his own and my parents are overseas so I have to—”
“No.”
“What?”
“You want an extension on your exam and term paper.”
Shit, he had me. I was at a loss, “Yeah, but—”
“No.”
“But—”
“Listen to me,” he said, clasping his hands together, leaning forward with his elbows on his desk, and softening his voice. “Life won’t pause at your convenience.”
“My grandma—”
“I heard you.”
Fuck you, I thought. I couldn’t even say my name at this point. Anger consumed me and I wanted to smash his ratty little face into the desk, shattering his framed family photos. His son sat with his wife and children. I bet he didn’t even call anymore.
“Look,” he turned his back on me and rummaged through a cabinet drawer. He pulled a stack of papers from a folder and slapped them on his desk. “You can take the exam right now but I doubt you’ve finished the paper yet.”
“No,” I said shallowly, “I haven’t.”
“Those are the only two grades for the entire semester,” he waited for my acknowledgement. I could only nod my head numbly. “So either way, you’d fail.”
I looked over his smug smirk and came to a finite decision. It was either: be there for my grandparents or pass the class (some deep, dark part of me thought of a third option — kill him). I dropped out of college right then and there. I’ll never put work or school or some bullshit obligation over my family. I saw how that affected my mom and dad. I saw how it wore them down with each missed opportunity. I’d stand midfield and look to the sidelines. Without them there the packed bleachers always felt so miserably empty. That’s not the life I want to lead.
I took off Northbound on I-95 from Miami. My grandparents lived in Myrtle Beach so I had a good ten to twelve hours ahead of me. I left in a rush and it wasn’t long before I had to pull off the highway to take a piss. I hit up a rest stop for some relief. The moment I stepped out of the car the stars struck me with all their glistening glory. My engine popped and sizzled under the hood. It was like the universe was passing through me and not the other way around. I felt at ease by the freedom of the expanse, yet crushed by the nothingness of the space around me.
It was one of those smaller rest stops with bathrooms on either side and a vending machine in the middle. I hurried inside a stall (I have a thing about being seen when I pee) and damn near exploded before I got my junk over my basketball shorts. I let out a breath and it was like my soul was squeezed out of me. I was left with an ultimately satisfying calm. That was shattered when the door swung open and slammed shut with a deafening echo. I jumped, my nerves went haywire, and a quiver spasmed up my neck.
Two hard boots stomped down with each heel and slapped the tiles with the toes. Two timed, methodical, and menacing — they clucked over to my stall and settled before me. The massive weight in those boots crushed the dirt with a prickling precision. He pulled on the handle and the lock smacked against the door jam. The door shuddered as he frantically pumped the door against the hinges. Then, he released the handle and stepped back into the corner. The fluorescent lights burnt out and the bathroom fell dark. The silence made the air heavier. I could hear breathing from the corner. I’m not a big guy, so I braced myself to be mauled by a monstrous beast.
The breathing ceased and I was left with my pulse pounding against the walls of my brain. I waited for someone to make a move but it felt like I was the only one here to do so. I couldn’t tell you how long I stood there, trembling with fear. What the fuck did this guy want? Money? Sex? The thrill of acquiring both?
“Hello?” I called out without thinking. I was met by an empty echo.
Ten minutes went by before I turned on my phone flash light and shone it through the cracks in the door. I couldn’t see anything through the slit. I bent down and flashed the light in the corner. No shoes, no feet — no one. I must’ve been bugging out — I mean, I hadn’t slept for more than two hours that night. I just jumped right on the road and tossed caution out the window. Maybe I needed a couple of hours of sleep in the car. Yeah, that’s what—
The door lock crashed against the jam with the force of a kick and I nearly fell into the toilet. I desperately sought an escape from the coffin sized walls. There was only one thing I could do. Fight or flight. I unlocked the door and drove my shoulder through it, expecting to be met by a wall of meat and bones and organs but instead smacked right into the tile wall. I swung my cell light around and revealed an empty room. I checked the other stall, ready for murder. Nothing. There was nothing. My head throbbed. I needed to eat. Yeah, that’s it.
I got Sour Patch Kids and a soda from the vending machine. Sugar could keep me going another couple of hours. I couldn’t sleep here. I turned to the car and my shadow stretched out before me. Standing at the end of it was a man blacked out by the night. His features were hidden under the street lamp’s sharp glare. I was frozen with fear, expecting him to rush me with the fury of a demon. He just stood there in the empty parking lot, watching me as I watched him. No other cars were around. Did he walk here? Who walks to a rest stop? Maybe he was some truck driver hopped up on Meth. I took a step forward and so did he, heading on a diagonal to cut me off from my car. I stalled for a moment — as did he. We were trying to read the other’s next move. Here we go.
I broke out in a sprint to the driver’s side door and he rushed to the passenger side. I unlocked the car with my fob and pulled open the door, throwing myself inside. The door slammed shut and I double clicked the lock button. The doors clicked and there was a thud against the passenger door. The car rocked on its shocks. The handle jiggled furiously. I accidentally hit the panic button and the yellow lights blinked to the sound of a distressing horn.
I turned the ignition, kicked it into reverse, and drove the fuck out of there. I glanced into the rearview and the shadow just watched me as he sunk in the distance, making no more effort to chase after me. Even with the red brake lights reflecting off the trees around him, he stayed sunken in darkness.
Merging onto the highway, my mind went on cruise control. When the sky began to lighten, I was taken aback by my surroundings. A light fog hung between the trees lining the highway like a hammock and lazy deer grazed on the grass mere feet from the concrete. There was no way that I could have travelled so far in a single night. The land was flat and marshy and dominated by longleaf pines. I must’ve broken all known traffic laws last night.
The shadows of the grazing deer got closer to the road and I decided it’d be best to slow down — but like falling into a speed trap where the limit goes from 70 to 35 mph, it was too late. A deer crossed into my lane and I tugged on the wheel, swerving to avoid it. The deer stood dumb to the danger, staring at me like the specter at the rest stop. My car spun out of control and crossed over the median and into the southbound lanes. The car nearly tipped when I finally came to a screeching stop. My heart was racing and I looked back over to the northbound lanes. The deer had fled with his life. I never felt more alive and burst into the happiest of tears. I could smell the burnt tires and overworked engine. My flesh tingled with electric spasms. I was alive.
By the grace of god, there were no cars coming at me so I had a moment to collect myself. Once I got back on the highway, I felt an overwhelming thankfulness and sobbed freely. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I kept whispering. I turned on the music and the melodies never sounded so pure. I opened the windows and the earth’s aroma filled my lungs with purpose. Wind ran through my fingers, tickling my hairs. Thank you.
A couple of miles down the road, red and blue flashing lights emerged over the horizon on the southbound lanes. The lanes were completely blocked off and a column of headlights idled in anticipation. As I got closer, I slowed to see a team of emergency responders working on a totaled car. They took their time. The car looked familiar, like I drove side by side with him at some point in the night. Smoke rose from the engine and the mangled body of a deer was crushed in the grill. A gurney was loaded with a limp body and carted slowly to the back of an ambulance. There was no need to rush — the poor guy was a goner. Once again, I cried — knowing that it could have been me. No, it should have been me. I was grateful and found peace in never having to go back to school. Such things were so minuscule in the grand scheme of things.
I was barreling down US-17 just north of Charleston when I heard the tire blow. The car jolted and sunk down on the rear passenger axle. I pulled over to the side of the road to inspect and found a slash along the side. It was amazing to me that the bubble held on for this long. Must’ve happened when I just missed the deer. A creeping part of me thought otherwise. Something lingered inside of me, whispering that it was the man at the rest stop. He did this. He’s responsible for all of it. Of course, that was nonsense. He didn’t step out in front of my car. He didn’t push my grandmother over in the bathroom. He probably wasn’t even real — just a hallucination in my mind.
I limped my way to the nearest exit and got off. This wasn’t your typical highway exit. There were no gas stations, no fast food options. Just abandoned food and firework stands surrounded by an endless woods. I must’ve crept for nearly three miles, every minute worried me more. I was probably doing serious damage to the rim, a costly misfortune I couldn’t dream of affording.
Eventually, the woods opened up to a small town forgotten by time. The cars were vintage and kept in mint condition. The kids ran about in front of their homes in their Sunday’s best. Women strode down the sidewalk, gossiping under meticulously groomed poodle clips, soft bobs, and pageboy hair styles. Their dresses were simple but elegant. The men had cropped hair and their neutral button downs were tucked into slacks that rested near their belly buttons. The town was buzzing with activity in the golden glare of the high noon sun.
I pulled into the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly. The sign above the supermarket was a large blue circle with a pale yellow cartoon pig smiling at me while wearing a white triangular server’s hat cocked on the side of his head. I got out of the car and looked down at the sunken rim. Shit. I popped the trunk and lifted the hatch to the spare tire. I got out the iron and the jack, looking at them as if they were alien objects. This was one thing my father never had the chance to teach me. Another casualty to his busy schedule. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with these useless objects. Maybe I could check the manua—
“Howdy,” a voice chimed from behind me.
I turned and saw a man wearing a tucked in white dress shirt, navy blue tie, and matching blue slacks. His hair was combed over and greased with pomade. His smile was crooked like the television stars of a bygone era. He strode over gracefully until he was standing at my side, looking down at the torn up threads of what was once my tire.
“Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle,” he chuckled.
“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t know the first thing about changing tires.”
He held out his hand and looked down to the jack, “Never a better time to learn than right now.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to be a bur—”
“Why of course, son, it’d be an honor.”
I dropped the heavy jack in his hand and his strength didn’t drop an inch. He went about changing the tire with proficiency. He showed me where to place the jack, how to loosen the bolts and lift the car. He wouldn’t let me touch a thing and dirtied up his white wardrobe without a care. He never bickered or cussed like my old man used to do for even the smallest household tasks. He simply smiled and went about his duty.
“There you go,” he dropped the jack and the vehicle settled on the donut. He kicked the tire to make sure it was firm.
“Now,” he mused, “I don’t suppose you’ll get very far on that there donut but if you head up the road to Deer Run and hang a right you’ll come across a mechanic shop at the end of the road. Place called Henderson’s. I’ll give ‘im a call and let ‘im know you’re coming. He’ll fix you right up.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“Goes to show you, there are still good people in this world,” he said with a smile.
“You’re living proof,” I shook his hand and nodded respectfully.
I walked back to the car and turned back to him, “Hey, what’s your name so I can—”
The door to the Piggly Wiggly closed and I saw his shadow pass by the windows and disappear into the depths of the store. A mother pushed her shopping cart by me, the baby kicking wildly in the seat. He was holding a spinner. He giggled and it made my heart smile.
I found the mechanic shop at the end of Deer Run easy enough and Mr. Henderson set me up with the closest tire he had that could match my set. It ain’t exact, but it ought to do, he said. I pulled out my wallet and fished through my remaining cash — most of it was gone with the gas. Hopefully I could cover it. Henderson held out a patient hand.
“No sir,” Henderson said, “You’re already paid in full.”
I argued with him but his southern pride wouldn’t allow him to back down. He explained to me that Roy Morrow offered to foot the bill, “Is that the manager at Piggly Wiggly?”
“Yessir,” he said, “the very one.”
“I can’t let him pay for this,” I said, “he’s already done enough.”
“You gon’ have to take that up with him,” Henderson said.
“Thanks again,” I shook his hand and despite the grease and calluses and scars, it was the smoothest flesh I’ve ever felt.
I wanted to go back to the Piggly Wiggly and thank Roy again for his kindness but it would have taken me out of the way. I was worried about my grandparents and this flat took up more time than I had hoped. I figured that I’d come back on my way south and pay back my debt then.
I got into Myrtle Beach just as the sun was setting, and by the time I entered the hospital visiting hours were long over. I’d come this far, the nurses wouldn’t stop me. I waited until they were busy until slipping through the double doors.
When I entered, I found my grandpa snoring in a chair positioned in the corner of the room. I approached Grandma and her eyes fluttered awake. They sparkled upon seeing me.
“Ritchie?” her voiced cooed. “Is that really you?”
“Yes Grandma,” I nearly cried, “it’s me.”
“I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I’m here.”
“You see that Bethel? Ritchie’s here with us.”
I looked over to where she had turned her focus. The room was empty except for the three of us, not to mention, I knew who Bethel was from photographs and stories. She was Grandma’s sister. She died just before I was born. My grandmother used to always say that she gave her life so I could have mine. That always made me feel guilty for breathing.
I pressed my lips against her hand and kissed as she said, “He’s really here.”
My parents couldn’t catch a flight back to the states until a week later, so I made sure to watch over them once Grandma was released from the hospital the next morning. All of her tests came back fine but her mind was clearly scrambled after hitting her head on the lip of the tub. A bruised knot shot out of her forehead in almost comic proportions. I don’t know if you’ve ever cared after a loved one suffering from dementia, but I found it easier to play into her fantasies. That way, I wouldn’t leave her all confused until she forgot about it again and moved on to the next thing. Sometimes she recognized me, other times she seemed to be horrified by my presence.
It was worse at night. My grandpa was a proud man, so he didn’t let me help out a whole lot — so my efforts were best provided when he wasn’t around. That’s when my talents shined. I slept in such a shallow state that even the quiet creak of aluminum from her walker would wake me. I’d leap out of bed and help her to the bathroom, grab her from under the armpits, and lower her to the seat. She’d often make a mess and I’d clean her up, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be taking care of you.”
Some nights, I’d awaken to the clatter of fine China, then enter the dining room to find her sitting at the head of the table set for a feast. The silverware was polished and placed meticulously. She’d speak to each absent guest in turn. Mainly her father, sister, and a few people I didn’t know. I’d watch from beyond the shadows as she tilted the tea pot, pouring air into the cups.
I’d often stand in the shadows and watch. I learned a lot about her life that way. She’d recount stories that I didn’t know she still had access to. Like how she got a toy rocket for her eighth birthday, then the first time she popped it off it flew and hit her mother between the eyes. Or how her father took her to the World’s Fair and they walked up the steps to see the New York skyline from Lady Liberty’s crown. She’d cackle so loud that my grandfather would wake up and escort her back to bed. The party’s just getting started, she’d say.
One night I awoke to the sound of her crying and leapt out of bed. I thought I’d find her in the bathroom, squirming around in a puddle of her blood. Her face streaked with manic crimson. The bathroom was dark and empty, and her sobs fluttered from around the far corner of the hallway. Like always, I approached on socked feet to hide my entrance. She was pleading through her tears, bent over with her elbows on her knees, speaking low in confidence like someone whispering a confession to a preacher.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said. “I’m worried for him. No, I don’t think he knows.”
I shifted my weight trying to get closer and the wood creaked underfoot. She turned sharply to me and her face recoiled in fear. She was shocked by the sight of me, pale in the moonlight flooding through the window.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she snarled.
“I heard you crying,” I said, “I wanted to make sure you were all—”
“Leave me alone,” she hissed, “I’m not ready.”
“You should get back to bed,” I said softly, reaching for her forearm.
Upon touching her skin she snapped her forearm away, “I’m not ready!”
Her eyes were wide and wild. I’d never seen her like this. She’d turned mad, as if spitting venom in an attempt to ward me off. She didn’t recognize me, thus her fear was channeled into an unbridled rage that erupted out of no where.
“I’m not ready! I don’t want to go!”
“That’s okay,” I assured, “we can stay a little longer.”
“Leave me alone! I won’t go with you! I’m not ready.”
A light came on in my grandpa’s room and he hurried out to us, “What’s going on? What are you doing?”
“I— I don’t know,” I stammered. “I was just trying to get her back in bed.”
“C’mon,” he whimpered with worry, “C’mon dear, let’s get back to bed.”
“I’m not ready! I don’t wanna go! He can’t make me!”
“It’s okay my love,” my grandfather cradled her in his arms and escorted her out of the chair, “It’s all going to be okay.”
He barely had to touch her and she moved to his whim. It wasn’t power or dominance or fear — but reverence. They were dance partners for life. When he swayed to his right, she’d step to her left. She didn’t repulse to his guidance, but was lulled by it like a melody. The door to their bedroom shut gently behind them and her cries were reduced to silence almost immediately. I was left in utter despondence.
My parents came a few days later and took over the duties from my grandfather. I had to return to Miami to get my stuff and feint to my parents that I had more exams. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them that I was going to drop out quite yet.
On my way down, I wanted to stop by the ole Piggly Wiggly and give Roy a proper thanks for going out of his way to help me out. Not to mention, I wanted to pay him back somehow. Once I pulled off on the exit, I stopped by one of the fruit stands and grabbed a peach cobbler. Perhaps Roy’s wife, if he had one, would appreciate it.
As I rolled into town, I couldn’t help but notice a strange nostalgia that crept deeper into my psyche. The structures were the same, but they weren’t in their former glory. They were dilapidated and ruinous. The windows to the shops were boarded up and the mannequins sat dusty, eternally staring out onto the empty streets. Barbecue grills were rusted and turned over on their sides, absent of the smokey aroma of charred meat reaching to the heavens. The street light hung absent of color or power in the town’s square. The clock atop the bank no longer counted the time.
When I reached the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly, I couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened in only a week. The pavement waved over growing roots and cracked over the shifting earth. Weeds and grass grew out of the concrete in streaks. I got out of the car and took the peach cobbler with me. My shadow hid underfoot. The supermarket itself was just a structure without a sign. Peering through the spotted glass, I could see one or two nonessential items like Crisco still on the shelves but it was absent of any life. The roof had caved in some time ago and sharp beams jutted into the gray overcast skies.
I heard an old melody that perked my ears. I recognized it as one my grandfather used to play on Saturday mornings, Ambrose & His Orchestra - In the Middle of a Dream. I followed the brass band around the corner of the building and the trumpets flowed across a small golden field from the open windows of an old Victorian house with a wrap around porch. The wind blew the curtains out of the open windows. The clouds dissipated and color returned to the earth. I placed the cobbler on the porch banister and knocked on the door.
A shadow raced across my peripheral vision and a young boy’s giggle caused me to turn sharply. I stared out across the empty, overgrown field. I shook it off and reached for the peach cobbler. My fingers stopped upon touching the tray. A slice had been carved out of the pie and only a divot remained. The wind blew through my fingertips and the leaves rustled and shook. I stood before a perfect day, lost and alone in a ghost town.
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An Event Planner’s Review (and cost analysis) of Mountain Jam 2019
June 14-16, 2019 marked my 9th Mountain Jam festival. I’m not an original Jammer—the festival was started in 2005—but I’m a MoJam loyalist in that I go every single year. I’ve also been to plenty of other festivals for good comparison. And I happen to be an event producer, so I know what goes into an operation like this.
Background: In early 2019, Mountain Jam abruptly changed venues from its longtime home at Hunter Mountain, NY to the Center for the Arts at Bethel Woods, NY aka the original Woodstock site.
In the spirit of honesty, let me admit that I expected this to be my last Mountain Jam. The past few years have been a steady decline in music quality and event value. The festival leaned away from its roots in the hopes of selling more tickets. In doing that, it alienated it’s loyal fans.
On top of that, I was beyond peeved about the venue change so late in the game (February is late in the game by planning standards). I lost $250 on a Hunter Mountain house rental that I booked in good faith when the 2019 dates were announced. I was also angry that I had emailed Mountain Jam festival organizers several times and without any reply. I was all but done with them.
But…. the line up. Government Mule, Phil Lesh & Friends, Michael Franti, Dispatch, Avett Brothers, The Revivalists and scads more. The music alone saved Mountain Jam for me! I decided to give it one more year because of the undeniably stellar line-up – most notably, the return of Warren Haynes (Government Mule lead and original festival founder), which was a strong indication that #BacktotheJam was more than just marketing lip service. I told myself if Warren was coming back, so should I.
And so, we bought the tickets, bullshit fees and all. We swallowed the lump that was the original $250 Hunter house deposit, and booked a new house, 15% more expensive, ouch. And since there are no rental houses within walking distance to the Jam (huge bummer) we also had to buy the parking passes, complete with more bullshit fees! Paying a $10 “fee” on a $75 parking pass to park in a muddy field is absolutely MADDENING. All in, 8 of us shelled out ~$3500 just to show up this year.
And so, I dragged my Negative Nancypants to Bethel, NY, almost custom printing T-shirts for my crew that said “Final Jamdown”. But I didn’t, and I’m glad I didn't, because I’ll likely be back 2020.
Mountain Jam 2019: The Hits
- The Music. #BacktotheJam indeed. After years of steady decay, Mountain Jam NAILED IT in 2019. The line-up was spot on to the fan base, and the artists delivered. The music was very energizing.
- A festival with paved brick walkways and rubber mats on the grass, what? Call me a wuss, but I did not miss wading through gravel and hay and mud AT ALL. I didn’t slip on my face once all weekend! I didn’t have to strategize footwear based on precipitation, and I didn’t have to throw out my shoes at the end of the weekend. It was cleaner and safer. It made the large grounds more manageable. Plus, it’s nicer for older Jammers. Festivals aren’t only for the young.
- Food stalls and marketplace set up. At Hunter Mountain, this was all terribly claustrophobic. It was chaotic and crowded, perched on a steep hill. At Bethel Woods, there was space to move freely and the paved walkways made for a natural circuit.
- Better F&B. No “carnival food” vibe. Okay, so i did miss the tornado chips and deep fried Oreos because I am trash, but overall the food stand quality was much improved. I even saw salad! And I really REALLY appreciated that they switched to local NY craft brewers like Cap't Lawrence, Ithaca, Newburgh & Roscoe, over the InBev fake-craft swill, aka Goose Island, Shock Top, etc.
- REAL bathrooms. HALLELUJAH! The several indoor, flushing bathroom locations across the venue that all stayed clean all the way through Sunday. And there were plenty of port-a-johns around the venue and in the parking lots to augment. I never waited in a bathroom line for more than a minute or two. That's how it should be.
- The Valley Stage. This was my favorite place to be all weekend. I discovered many awesome (new to me) bands here, and this is where the true festival vibe remained. Here, there were stunning views over the hills + the ferris wheel + the organic feel of people walking by and being captivated by a band’s sound, as the crowds slowly grew…. The Valley Stage was a little slice of magic.
- The beer garden. Another favorite spot. An indoooutdoor place to come to chill with couches and games and a real bar, and I was very happy that Mountain Jam didn’t do something shitty like reserving this for VIPs only. Finally, a nicer spot for the regular folk! Much appreciated.
- The historic vibe. Free access to the Woodstock museum! A cool landmark sign! A view to the original festival grounds! The legend of Woodstock infused the energy of the festival itself. Most performers gave a nod to the festival’s 50th Anniversary, many even playing covers of artists who performed at Woodstock in 1969. There was also a Government Mule Woodstock Tribute set that was probably lit (Sister Sparrow sang Janis!!!), but sadly, I was asleep. Because 12-2AM is too rich for my blood.
- Free low-backed lawn chairs. No hauling chairs, and no blocked sightlines because someone in front of you has the LawnChair Deluxe-o-Matic 5000. The beach-style chairs were serviceable and comfy.
- Waste management. Recycling was everywhere. Thank you. I hope that the venue's waste management follow through is thorough!
Mountain Jam 2019: The Misses
- The amphitheater. This was by FAR the biggest drawback to the new venue. Yes, it’s a good rain contingency which is probably appealing to festival organizers. But, it completely changed the energy of the festival for two reasons: A) No dance pit near the stage. Not only did the concert-goers miss this, but surely the performers did too. From the performer’s vantage, seeing a crush of people below you sweating and dancing is completely different than seeing orderly rows of concert-goers bopping politely with partitions between them. Vibes create vibes. And, B) No sky over head. Part of the magic of Mountain Jam is feeling the elements - seeing puffy clouds behind the stage, feeling the warmth of the sun, enjoying magical sunsets, and yes, even getting wet when it rains. The darkness of the amphitheater made it kinda feel like night, all the time.
This may be crazy, but is there any way Bethel Woods would renovate off season to pull out some seats and create a true GA floor? it's so much more versatile. They can always put seats down when needed them for more reserved performances.
- “For this evening’s headliner’s performance, the seats in the lower bowl are reserved for ticketed patrons only.” BIG FAT LAME BUMMER. Oh, so only VIPs get a close view for the good stuff? Stop that bourgeoisness, Mountain Jam. Stop it right now.
- No designated water stations, WTF!! This wasn’t just inconvenient, it was also irresponsible and bad for the environment. Hydrate patrons so we don’t get sick, and help keep water bottles out of landfills. (addendum: apparently some concessionaires would fill water, but not all--I had several turn me down. And it was not publicized, and no signs directing towards water.)
- No hand sani, anywhere. There were zero hand sanitizing or hand washing stations near the port-o-johns. The ONE hand sani dispenser that I saw for 20 port-o-johns was empty by Friday at 3PM. Mountain Jam, Please help patrons stay healthy and avoid communicable illness with this basic and inexpensive creature comfort.
- Two security checkpoints for GA. Really infuriating. There was one bag check point (and long line) as patrons entered through the car park, and then ANOTHER bag check point and long line before the gates, and then a body scan, and then a ticket scan. Why do my bags need to be searched twice? What a waste of event-goers time and festival resources! And what frosts me is that we patrons pay for that waste in our ticket prices. Such nonsense.
- End Sunday earlier; stack Friday & Sat better. By Sunday, the event was visibly winding down. Vendors were packing up. Crowds were thin. So, having three of the most powerful acts at the end – Franti, Dispatch, Avett – just dragged out too much of a good thing. I would have much preferred these artists on Friday or Saturday when the energy was higher. Willie Nelson would have been the right vibe for Sunday’s chiller vibe. Now, we can blame it on the rain (yeah yeah), but I’ve been to 9 years worth of Mountain Jams and Sunday is always kind of weird. Bodies are tired and minds are focused homeward bound. Start bigger names earlier – say noon or one – may help, and I think people would come, especially day passes.
- Lost on the Isle of Jam. So, for all the perks of the venue, this place is i-so-lated. Campgrounds were far, parking fields were far, and you can forget about renting a house within 10 miles of the event grounds. I missed the vibe of the cute little town of Hunter and Tannersville (former venue location), which was part of the DNA of Mountain Jam. I missed the flavor of Hunter locals sitting on their decks. I missed the hive feel of the festival and the town melding into one place for the weekend. Not sure what can be done, but it's definitely something we missed.
- Loss of grit. In some ways, this could go up on the Hits List (see: paved walkways), but I’m going to put it down here in the misses. Mountain Jam is now less fest and more nice park + concert. Yes, we did get #backtothejam, but sadly, we lost some core jammers along the way. I saw far fewer fantastical hippies, the kind who are doing the summer fest-circuit and bring their whimsy to Mountain Jam. I saw many more Silver Jammers, the kind who maybe were once barefoot with flowers in their hair, but are now wearing sensible support footwear and baseball caps. That’s OK, they’re cool, too. It’s just a different vibe.
- The fans were nickeled and dimed at every turn. Bethel Woods is a nicer venue, and we are ALL PAYING FOR IT. Ticket prices were higher than ever, fees were higher and more ridiculous (see: $10 fee on $75 parking pass) and on-site prices were steep. $14 for a beer. $5 for a bottle of water. $5 for a parking lot shuttle. $30 for a t-shirt. It added up and honestly? It stung. (See costs below)
- Festival is on Father's Day Weekend. This needs to end in 2020. It was moved to this weekend due to "weather concerns" but it has rained every year since moved to Father's Day weekend, anyway. Let's respect the fathers out there and pick a different weekend. Yes, some Dads love to come to this festival with their families, but it sucks to make a choice between my Dad and Mountain Jam. And my husband hated being away from his daughter on Father's day, too. Mountain Jam bills themselves as a family-friendly festival unless they move dates, they are actually very family-unfriendly.
So, will I return? Presuming the festival keeps #backtothejam, I’ll be there. However, I’ll be paying close attention to how much we all have to pay for these new creature comforts.
Here’s a breakdown of what my husband and I spent at Mountain Jam 2019 (doesn't include lodging):
Tickets $199 + $26 fee = $226 pp
Parking $75 + 10 fee = $85 / 2 people = $43 pp
Merch 1 item each = $35 pp
Beer $12 avg x 8 = $96 pp
Food $15 avg meal x 6 meals = $90 pp
Water $5 x 5 bottles = $25 pp
Shops 1 item each = $30 pp
TOTAL = $545 per person
I think we’re pretty average Mt. Jam spenders. We don’t buy VIP and we don’t camp or RV park – so there are lots of folks who pay much more than us. But, we bought 4 day passes at full price, and we spend freely on site on beer, food, merch, so we certainly aren’t the most frugal attendees. All in, if $550 represent the average Mountain Jam spender, that means the festival @ 10,000 attendees is grossing $5.5M (I realize they only keep a slice of the F&B revenue, but i'm counting it as gross revenue as a part of the overall operation.) Not too shabby.
From the customer's POV, this is an expensive endeavor with high expectations. With lodging, this weekend cost my family $1500 all in. How many families can spend $1500 on a single weekend more than once a summer? We can comfortably afford to attend a festival once a year - and we have chosen Mountain Jam 9 years running now. I’m personally willing to spend bank on a good festival experience, but I’m already at my ceiling.
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The Town Without Time
“It’s bad,” Mom’s voice quivered over the phone. I could tell that she was crying. I hated to hear my mom cry. I’d die a thousand deaths not to hear her start sniffling.
“How bad?” I asked, choking back tears of my own.
“I don’t know,” she cleared her throat. “We’re trying to get the next flight out but everything’s booked up.”
My parents had never gone on vacation in all the years that I’ve lived. It wasn’t easy raising a kid on minimum wages — no job was permanent either. With the little they had, they were able to work their way up in industries that they entered out of desperation. I highly doubt my mother aspired to a life in retail, where she’d miss holidays and soccer practices. No one wants to clean up another man’s shit — but my father never bitched when he came home with stained coveralls. There was always food in my stomach, even if they had to skip a meal. Now that I left the house and went away to college (the first I might add), they could save up for themselves. So, this vacation was huge for them. This was the first time they travelled to another country, let alone out of the Southeast. It’s only fitting that it’d be cut short due to emergency.
“I’ll go,” I said.
“N— No,” she coughed. “You can’t. You have finals—”
“I’ll get an extension,” I said, “family comes first.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I want to.”
“We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
“Okay,” I said, “I got this. Don’t worry.”
“Be careful.”
“I will. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It was 1:33 in the morning. An ungodly hour — and certainly not one in which you want to receive a phone call from your mom. I woke up before the phone rung, and seeing MOM flash over the screen sent me into a mini panic attack. I knew nothing good would come from answering that phone and yet I had no choice but to press talk. I had to go. I owed it to them. I owed it to everyone.
My professor was known to arrive at his office incredibly early to write. The book he assigned for his classes, his own self published book My Writing, highlighted his writing process. He liked to finish his classes in the early afternoon, eat dinner as a late lunch, spend some time thinking about his dead wife, and be in bed by five in the evening. Hopefully he didn’t feel like sleeping in today. I needed to talk to him as soon as possible.
I got to the English Department doors around two. They were locked so I had to wait. My back slid down the brick wall and I hugged my knees. The campus sat with an eerie stillness in the middle of the night, resembling an oil painting in the blurred vision of my crying eyes. I felt like the only person left alive. My breath billowed into the unusually cold January air and a shadow shifted beyond the trees. The dark figure scuttled into the reach of a lamp post and James Mason’s hair swung wildly from its recent bout with a pillow. His eyes hung heavy in his potato sack eyelids. I stood up when he got close.
“I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” Professor Mason groaned.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You wouldn’t be here if you had good news.”
“No,” I said. “I guess I wouldn’t.”
“Bad news can never wait.”
Professor Mason unlocked the doors and nearly fell through. He disappeared into the shadows of the dark office and I stood there, petrified over what he might say. He wasn’t waiting up for me, that’s for sure. The door swung closed and I caught it before it could snap shut.
I entered the empty office and listened for a clue as to which direction the professor went. It was utterly silent. A light flicked on in one of the back rooms. I walked down the hall and looked in on Professor Mason’s sacred writing ritual. He took out a hot plate and plugged it in, poured water from his thermos into a teapot, and let it heat up. I was too afraid to break the peaceful silence of his tasks. He set up a French press and poured in fresh ground coffee beans. Then, he waited by leaning back in his chair and staring at me with a nonchalant bemusement.
“I don’t give higher grades for sexual favors,” he said, “if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No,” I said disgustingly, “Of course not.”
“Then what the hell are you doing here?”
“Okay,” I said, breathing deeply in attempt to calm my raging heart, “my grandmother is in bad shape. She fell and hit her head and my grandpa can’t take care of her on his own and my parents are overseas so I have to—”
“No.”
“What?”
“You want an extension on your exam and term paper.”
Shit, he had me. I was at a loss, “Yeah, but—”
“No.”
“But—”
“Listen to me,” he said, clasping his hands together, leaning forward with his elbows on his desk, and softening his voice. “Life won’t pause at your convenience.”
“My grandma—”
“I heard you.”
Fuck you, I thought. I couldn’t even say my name at this point. Anger consumed me and I wanted to smash his ratty little face into the desk, shattering his framed family photos. His son sat with his wife and children. I bet he didn’t even call anymore.
“Look,” he turned his back on me and rummaged through a cabinet drawer. He pulled a stack of papers from a folder and slapped them on his desk. “You can take the exam right now but I doubt you’ve finished the paper yet.”
“No,” I said shallowly, “I haven’t.”
“Those are the only two grades for the entire semester,” he waited for my acknowledgement. I could only nod my head numbly. “So either way, you’d fail.”
I looked over his smug smirk and came to a finite decision. It was either: be there for my grandparents or pass the class (some deep, dark part of me thought of a third option — kill him). I dropped out of college right then and there. I’ll never put work or school or some bullshit obligation over my family. I saw how that affected my mom and dad. I saw how it wore them down with each missed opportunity. I’d stand midfield and look to the sidelines. Without them there the packed bleachers always felt so miserably empty. That’s not the life I want to lead.
I took off Northbound on I-95 from Miami. My grandparents lived in Myrtle Beach so I had a good ten to twelve hours ahead of me. I left in a rush and it wasn’t long before I had to pull off the highway to take a piss. I hit up a rest stop for some relief. The moment I stepped out of the car the stars struck me with all their glistening glory. My engine popped and sizzled under the hood. It was like the universe was passing through me and not the other way around. I felt at ease by the freedom of the expanse, yet crushed by the nothingness of the space around me.
It was one of those smaller rest stops with bathrooms on either side and a vending machine in the middle. I hurried inside a stall (I have a thing about being seen when I pee) and damn near exploded before I got my junk over my basketball shorts. I let out a breath and it was like my soul was squeezed out of me. I was left with an ultimately satisfying calm. That was shattered when the door swung open and slammed shut with a deafening echo. I jumped, my nerves went haywire, and a quiver spasmed up my neck.
Two hard boots stomped down with each heel and slapped the tiles with the toes. Two timed, methodical, and menacing — they clucked over to my stall and settled before me. The massive weight in those boots crushed the dirt with a prickling precision. He pulled on the handle and the lock smacked against the door jam. The door shuddered as he frantically pumped the door against the hinges. Then, he released the handle and stepped back into the corner. The fluorescent lights burnt out and the bathroom fell dark. The silence made the air heavier. I could hear breathing from the corner. I’m not a big guy, so I braced myself to be mauled by a monstrous beast.
The breathing ceased and I was left with my pulse pounding against the walls of my brain. I waited for someone to make a move but it felt like I was the only one here to do so. I couldn’t tell you how long I stood there, trembling with fear. What the fuck did this guy want? Money? Sex? The thrill of acquiring both?
“Hello?” I called out without thinking. I was met by an empty echo.
Ten minutes went by before I turned on my phone flash light and shone it through the cracks in the door. I couldn’t see anything through the slit. I bent down and flashed the light in the corner. No shoes, no feet — no one. I must’ve been bugging out — I mean, I hadn’t slept for more than two hours that night. I just jumped right on the road and tossed caution out the window. Maybe I needed a couple of hours of sleep in the car. Yeah, that’s what—
The door lock crashed against the jam with the force of a kick and I nearly fell into the toilet. I desperately sought an escape from the coffin sized walls. There was only one thing I could do. Fight or flight. I unlocked the door and drove my shoulder through it, expecting to be met by a wall of meat and bones and organs but instead smacked right into the tile wall. I swung my cell light around and revealed an empty room. I checked the other stall, ready for murder. Nothing. There was nothing. My head throbbed. I needed to eat. Yeah, that’s it.
I got Sour Patch Kids and a soda from the vending machine. Sugar could keep me going another couple of hours. I couldn’t sleep here. I turned to the car and my shadow stretched out before me. Standing at the end of it was a man blacked out by the night. His features were hidden under the street lamp’s sharp glare. I was frozen with fear, expecting him to rush me with the fury of a demon. He just stood there in the empty parking lot, watching me as I watched him. No other cars were around. Did he walk here? Who walks to a rest stop? Maybe he was some truck driver hopped up on Meth. I took a step forward and so did he, heading on a diagonal to cut me off from my car. I stalled for a moment — as did he. We were trying to read the other’s next move. Here we go.
I broke out in a sprint to the driver’s side door and he rushed to the passenger side. I unlocked the car with my fob and pulled open the door, throwing myself inside. The door slammed shut and I double clicked the lock button. The doors clicked and there was a thud against the passenger door. The car rocked on its shocks. The handle jiggled furiously. I accidentally hit the panic button and the yellow lights blinked to the sound of a distressing horn.
I turned the ignition, kicked it into reverse, and drove the fuck out of there. I glanced into the rearview and the shadow just watched me as he sunk in the distance, making no more effort to chase after me. Even with the red brake lights reflecting off the trees around him, he stayed sunken in darkness.
Merging onto the highway, my mind went on cruise control. When the sky began to lighten, I was taken aback by my surroundings. A light fog hung between the trees lining the highway like a hammock and lazy deer grazed on the grass mere feet from the concrete. There was no way that I could have travelled so far in a single night. The land was flat and marshy and dominated by longleaf pines. I must’ve broken all known traffic laws last night.
The shadows of the grazing deer got closer to the road and I decided it’d be best to slow down — but like falling into a speed trap where the limit goes from 70 to 35 mph, it was too late. A deer crossed into my lane and I tugged on the wheel, swerving to avoid it. The deer stood dumb to the danger, staring at me like the specter at the rest stop. My car spun out of control and crossed over the median and into the southbound lanes. The car nearly tipped when I finally came to a screeching stop. My heart was racing and I looked back over to the northbound lanes. The deer had fled with his life. I never felt more alive and burst into the happiest of tears. I could smell the burnt tires and overworked engine. My flesh tingled with electric spasms. I was alive.
By the grace of god, there were no cars coming at me so I had a moment to collect myself. Once I got back on the highway, I felt an overwhelming thankfulness and sobbed freely. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I kept whispering. I turned on the music and the melodies never sounded so pure. I opened the windows and the earth’s aroma filled my lungs with purpose. Wind ran through my fingers, tickling my hairs. Thank you.
A couple of miles down the road, red and blue flashing lights emerged over the horizon on the southbound lanes. The lanes were completely blocked off and a column of headlights idled in anticipation. As I got closer, I slowed to see a team of emergency responders working on a totaled car. They took their time. The car looked familiar, like I drove side by side with him at some point in the night. Smoke rose from the engine and the mangled body of a deer was crushed in the grill. A gurney was loaded with a limp body and carted slowly to the back of an ambulance. There was no need to rush — the poor guy was a goner. Once again, I cried — knowing that it could have been me. No, it should have been me. I was grateful and found peace in never having to go back to school. Such things were so minuscule in the grand scheme of things.
I was barreling down US-17 just north of Charleston when I heard the tire blow. The car jolted and sunk down on the rear passenger axle. I pulled over to the side of the road to inspect and found a slash along the side. It was amazing to me that the bubble held on for this long. Must’ve happened when I just missed the deer. A creeping part of me thought otherwise. Something lingered inside of me, whispering that it was the man at the rest stop. He did this. He’s responsible for all of it. Of course, that was nonsense. He didn’t step out in front of my car. He didn’t push my grandmother over in the bathroom. He probably wasn’t even real — just a hallucination in my mind.
I limped my way to the nearest exit and got off. This wasn’t your typical highway exit. There were no gas stations, no fast food options. Just abandoned food and firework stands surrounded by an endless woods. I must’ve crept for nearly three miles, every minute worried me more. I was probably doing serious damage to the rim, a costly misfortune I couldn’t dream of affording.
Eventually, the woods opened up to a small town forgotten by time. The cars were vintage and kept in mint condition. The kids ran about in front of their homes in their Sunday’s best. Women strode down the sidewalk, gossiping under meticulously groomed poodle clips, soft bobs, and pageboy hair styles. Their dresses were simple but elegant. The men had cropped hair and their neutral button downs were tucked into slacks that rested near their belly buttons. The town was buzzing with activity in the golden glare of the high noon sun.
I pulled into the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly. The sign above the supermarket was a large blue circle with a pale yellow cartoon pig smiling at me while wearing a white triangular server’s hat cocked on the side of his head. I got out of the car and looked down at the sunken rim. Shit. I popped the trunk and lifted the hatch to the spare tire. I got out the iron and the jack, looking at them as if they were alien objects. This was one thing my father never had the chance to teach me. Another casualty to his busy schedule. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with these useless objects. Maybe I could check the manua—
“Howdy,” a voice chimed from behind me.
I turned and saw a man wearing a tucked in white dress shirt, navy blue tie, and matching blue slacks. His hair was combed over and greased with pomade. His smile was crooked like the television stars of a bygone era. He strode over gracefully until he was standing at my side, looking down at the torn up threads of what was once my tire.
“Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle,” he chuckled.
“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t know the first thing about changing tires.”
He held out his hand and looked down to the jack, “Never a better time to learn than right now.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to be a bur—”
“Why of course, son, it’d be an honor.”
I dropped the heavy jack in his hand and his strength didn’t drop an inch. He went about changing the tire with proficiency. He showed me where to place the jack, how to loosen the bolts and lift the car. He wouldn’t let me touch a thing and dirtied up his white wardrobe without a care. He never bickered or cussed like my old man used to do for even the smallest household tasks. He simply smiled and went about his duty.
“There you go,” he dropped the jack and the vehicle settled on the donut. He kicked the tire to make sure it was firm.
“Now,” he mused, “I don’t suppose you’ll get very far on that there donut but if you head up the road to Deer Run and hang a right you’ll come across a mechanic shop at the end of the road. Place called Henderson’s. I’ll give ‘im a call and let ‘im know you’re coming. He’ll fix you right up.”
“Thank you so much,” I said. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“Goes to show you, there are still good people in this world,” he said with a smile.
“You’re living proof,” I shook his hand and nodded respectfully.
I walked back to the car and turned back to him, “Hey, what’s your name so I can—”
The door to the Piggly Wiggly closed and I saw his shadow pass by the windows and disappear into the depths of the store. A mother pushed her shopping cart by me, the baby kicking wildly in the seat. He was holding a spinner. He giggled and it made my heart smile.
I found the mechanic shop at the end of Deer Run easy enough and Mr. Henderson set me up with the closest tire he had that could match my set. It ain’t exact, but it ought to do, he said. I pulled out my wallet and fished through my remaining cash — most of it was gone with the gas. Hopefully I could cover it. Henderson held out a patient hand.
“No sir,” Henderson said, “You’re already paid in full.”
I argued with him but his southern pride wouldn’t allow him to back down. He explained to me that Roy Morrow offered to foot the bill, “Is that the manager at Piggly Wiggly?”
“Yessir,” he said, “the very one.”
“I can’t let him pay for this,” I said, “he’s already done enough.”
“You gon’ have to take that up with him,” Henderson said.
“Thanks again,” I shook his hand and despite the grease and calluses and scars, it was the smoothest flesh I’ve ever felt.
I wanted to go back to the Piggly Wiggly and thank Roy again for his kindness but it would have taken me out of the way. I was worried about my grandparents and this flat took up more time than I had hoped. I figured that I’d come back on my way south and pay back my debt then.
I got into Myrtle Beach just as the sun was setting, and by the time I entered the hospital visiting hours were long over. I’d come this far, the nurses wouldn’t stop me. I waited until they were busy until slipping through the double doors.
When I entered, I found my grandpa snoring in a chair positioned in the corner of the room. I approached Grandma and her eyes fluttered awake. They sparkled upon seeing me.
“Ritchie?” her voiced cooed. “Is that really you?”
“Yes Grandma,” I nearly cried, “it’s me.”
“I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I’m here.”
“You see that Bethel? Ritchie’s here with us.”
I looked over to where she had turned her focus. The room was empty except for the three of us, not to mention, I knew who Bethel was from photographs and stories. She was Grandma’s sister. She died just before I was born. My grandmother used to always say that she gave her life so I could have mine. That always made me feel guilty for breathing.
I pressed my lips against her hand and kissed as she said, “He’s really here.”
My parents couldn’t catch a flight back to the states until a week later, so I made sure to watch over them once Grandma was released from the hospital the next morning. All of her tests came back fine but her mind was clearly scrambled after hitting her head on the lip of the tub. A bruised knot shot out of her forehead in almost comic proportions. I don’t know if you’ve ever cared after a loved one suffering from dementia, but I found it easier to play into her fantasies. That way, I wouldn’t leave her all confused until she forgot about it again and moved on to the next thing. Sometimes she recognized me, other times she seemed to be horrified by my presence.
It was worse at night. My grandpa was a proud man, so he didn’t let me help out a whole lot — so my efforts were best provided when he wasn’t around. That’s when my talents shined. I slept in such a shallow state that even the quiet creak of aluminum from her walker would wake me. I’d leap out of bed and help her to the bathroom, grab her from under the armpits, and lower her to the seat. She’d often make a mess and I’d clean her up, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be taking care of you.”
Some nights, I’d awaken to the clatter of fine China, then enter the dining room to find her sitting at the head of the table set for a feast. The silverware was polished and placed meticulously. She’d speak to each absent guest in turn. Mainly her father, sister, and a few people I didn’t know. I’d watch from beyond the shadows as she tilted the tea pot, pouring air into the cups.
I’d often stand in the shadows and watch. I learned a lot about her life that way. She’d recount stories that I didn’t know she still had access to. Like how she got a toy rocket for her eighth birthday, then the first time she popped it off it flew and hit her mother between the eyes. Or how her father took her to the World’s Fair and they walked up the steps to see the New York skyline from Lady Liberty’s crown. She’d cackle so loud that my grandfather would wake up and escort her back to bed. The party’s just getting started, she’d say.
One night I awoke to the sound of her crying and leapt out of bed. I thought I’d find her in the bathroom, squirming around in a puddle of her blood. Her face streaked with manic crimson. The bathroom was dark and empty, and her sobs fluttered from around the far corner of the hallway. Like always, I approached on socked feet to hide my entrance. She was pleading through her tears, bent over with her elbows on her knees, speaking low in confidence like someone whispering a confession to a preacher.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said. “I’m worried for him. No, I don’t think he knows.”
I shifted my weight trying to get closer and the wood creaked underfoot. She turned sharply to me and her face recoiled in fear. She was shocked by the sight of me, pale in the moonlight flooding through the window.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she snarled.
“I heard you crying,” I said, “I wanted to make sure you were all—”
“Leave me alone,” she hissed, “I’m not ready.”
“You should get back to bed,” I said softly, reaching for her forearm.
Upon touching her skin she snapped her forearm away, “I’m not ready!”
Her eyes were wide and wild. I’d never seen her like this. She’d turned mad, as if spitting venom in an attempt to ward me off. She didn’t recognize me, thus her fear was channeled into an unbridled rage that erupted out of no where.
“I’m not ready! I don’t want to go!”
“That’s okay,” I assured, “we can stay a little longer.”
“Leave me alone! I won’t go with you! I’m not ready.”
A light came on in my grandpa’s room and he hurried out to us, “What’s going on? What are you doing?”
“I— I don’t know,” I stammered. “I was just trying to get her back in bed.”
“C’mon,” he whimpered with worry, “C’mon dear, let’s get back to bed.”
“I’m not ready! I don’t wanna go! He can’t make me!”
“It’s okay my love,” my grandfather cradled her in his arms and escorted her out of the chair, “It’s all going to be okay.”
He barely had to touch her and she moved to his whim. It wasn’t power or dominance or fear — but reverence. They were dance partners for life. When he swayed to his right, she’d step to her left. She didn’t repulse to his guidance, but was lulled by it like a melody. The door to their bedroom shut gently behind them and her cries were reduced to silence almost immediately. I was left in utter despondence.
My parents came a few days later and took over the duties from my grandfather. I had to return to Miami to get my stuff and feint to my parents that I had more exams. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them that I was going to drop out quite yet.
On my way down, I wanted to stop by the ole Piggly Wiggly and give Roy a proper thanks for going out of his way to help me out. Not to mention, I wanted to pay him back somehow. Once I pulled off on the exit, I stopped by one of the fruit stands and grabbed a peach cobbler. Perhaps Roy’s wife, if he had one, would appreciate it.
As I rolled into town, I couldn’t help but notice a strange nostalgia that crept deeper into my psyche. The structures were the same, but they weren’t in their former glory. They were dilapidated and ruinous. The windows to the shops were boarded up and the mannequins sat dusty, eternally staring out onto the empty streets. Barbecue grills were rusted and turned over on their sides, absent of the smokey aroma of charred meat reaching to the heavens. The street light hung absent of color or power in the town’s square. The clock atop the bank no longer counted the time.
When I reached the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly, I couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened in only a week. The pavement waved over growing roots and cracked over the shifting earth. Weeds and grass grew out of the concrete in streaks. I got out of the car and took the peach cobbler with me. My shadow hid underfoot. The supermarket itself was just a structure without a sign. Peering through the spotted glass, I could see one or two nonessential items like Crisco still on the shelves but it was absent of any life. The roof had caved in some time ago and sharp beams jutted into the gray overcast skies.
I heard an old melody that perked my ears. I recognized it as one my grandfather used to play on Saturday mornings, Ambrose & His Orchestra - In the Middle of a Dream. I followed the brass band around the corner of the building and the trumpets flowed across a small golden field from the open windows of an old Victorian house with a wrap around porch. The wind blew the curtains out of the open windows. The clouds dissipated and color returned to the earth. I placed the cobbler on the porch banister and knocked on the door.
A shadow raced across my peripheral vision and a young boy’s giggle caused me to turn sharply. I stared out across the empty, overgrown field. I shook it off and reached for the peach cobbler. My fingers stopped upon touching the tray. A slice had been carved out of the pie and only a divot remained. The wind blew through my fingertips and the leaves rustled and shook. I stood before a perfect day, lost and alone in a ghost town.
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THE BLACK CROWES present SHAKE YOUR MONEY MAKER 2020 WORLD TOUR
| https://preview.redd.it/qpqgq0x634y31.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2230a55550996fa572934c06226fa15313933df5 The Black Crowes' Chris and Rich Robinson will herald the thirty-year anniversary of their landmark quintuple platinum debut album Shake Your Money Maker with a world tour beginning June 17 in Austin, Texas. Tickets and VIP packages are on sale now. To celebrate the announce, the band will play two intimate shows, first at the Bowery Ballroom in New York City this evening, followed by the Troubadour in Los Angeles on November 14. More info about tickets will be shared on @theblackcrowes Instagram page. The Black Crowes, which Melody Maker proclaimed as "the most Rock n' Roll Rock n' Roll band in the world" will be playing their debut, described by Rolling Stone as, "a guitar-party cracker that marries Southern R&B crunch and Anglo cock-strutting attitude" in its entirety plus all the hits from the band's illustrious catalogue. The ever-volatile Robinson brothers have not played a show since 2013 when they vowed never to play or speak together again. Thankfully for fans, times seems to have healed these wounds. Chris Robinson says of reuniting, "I'm thrilled & blessed to be playing with my brother celebrating the music we've made & bringing our lives together full circle. Long live Rock n' Roll & The Black Crowes!" Rich Robinson adds, "First and foremost, I'm really happy to have my brother back in my life. To be able to play music again together and celebrate the first record we made as kids, is a gift. To have these songs stand up after 30 years is something I could've never fathomed." In 1990, when journalists were lamenting the death of rock, as cheesy pop and hair metal dominated the charts, Atlanta's Black Crowes gave the genre a swift and much needed kick in the ass with Shake Your Money Maker. Fueled by singles "Jealous Again", "Twice As Hard", "She Talks To Angels", and the rollicking cover of Otis Redding's "Hard To Handle" the band immediately took the rock world by storm, topping Rolling Stone's "Best New American Band Readers Poll" in late 1990. The Black Crowes went on to release eight studio and four live albums, selling in the tens of millions along the way; they sold out shows around the world; had legendary guitarist Jimmy Page join as a member; got kicked off a tour with ZZ Top for insulting the sponsor; got screwed by bad record deals; got married and divorced, fought amongst themselves and the rest of the world; in other words they've done everything a legendary rock group should do. 2020's reunion and tour produced by Live Nation is sure to further cement the band's legacy as one of the best and most loved rock bands of all time. TOUR DATES:June 17 - Austin, TX - Austin360 AmphitheaterJune 19 - Dallas, TX - Dos Equis Pavilion June 20 - Houston, TX - Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, Presented by Huntsman June 23 - Tulsa, OK - BOK Center June 24 - Rogers, AR - Walmart AMP June 26 - Birmingham, AL - Oak Mountain Amphitheatre June 27 - Atlanta, GA - Cellairis Amphitheatre at Lakewood June 30 - West Palm Beach, FL - Coral Sky Amphitheatre at the S. Florida Fairgrounds July 1 - Tampa, FL - MIDFLORIDA Credit Union Amphitheatre at the FL State Fairgrounds July 3 - Charlotte, NC - PNC Music Pavilion July 4 - Raleigh, NC - Coastal Credit Union Music Park at Walnut Creek July 7 - Nashville, TN - Ascend Amphitheatre July 8 - Nashville, TN - Ascend Amphitheatre July 10 - Virginia Beach, VA - Veteran United Home Loans Amphitheater at Virginia Beach July 11 - Washington, DC - Jiffy Lube Live July 14 - Camden, NJ - BB&T Pavilion July 15 - Bethel, NY - Bethel Woods Center for the Arts July 17 - Holmdel, NJ - PNC Bank Arts Center July 18 - Wantagh, NY - Northwell Health at Jones Beach Theater July 21 - Gilford, NH - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion July 22 - Mansfield, MA - Xfinity Center July 24 - Hartford, CT - XFINITY Theatre July 25 - Saratoga Springs, NY - Saratoga Performing Arts Center July 28 - Toronto, ON - Budweiser Stage July 29 - Detroit, MI - DTE Energy Music Theatre July 31 - Buffalo, NY - Darien Lake Amphitheater August 1 - Pittsburgh, PA - KeyBank Pavilion August 13 - Minneapolis, MN - Xcel Energy Center August 15 - Chicago, IL - Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre August 16 - Indianapolis, IN - Ruoff Home Mortgage Music Center August 18 - Cleveland, OH - Blossom Music Center August 20 - Cincinnati, PH - Riverbend Music Center August 22 - Milwaukee, WI - American Family Insurance Amphitheater August 23 - Maryland Heights, MO - Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre August 26 - Bonner Springs, KS - Providence Medical Center Amphitheater August 28 - Omaha, NE - CHI Health Center Omaha August 30 - Morrison, CO - Red Rocks Amphitheatre September 1 - Salt Lake City, UT - USANA Amphitheatre September 4 - Seattle, WA - White River Amphitheatre September 5 - Ridgefield, WA - Sunlight Supply Amphitheater September 8 - Concord, CA - Concord Pavilion September 9 - Mountain View, CA - Shoreline Amphitheatre September 11 - Las Vegas, NV - MGM Grand Garden Arena September 12 - Phoenix, AZ - Ak-Chin Pavilion September 18 - San Diego, CA - North Island Credit Union AmphitheatreSeptember 19 - Los Angeles, CA - Forum # # # submitted by kentuckyfriedbuddha to devoradolinks [link] [comments] |
Part 33
Yikes. Pretty fast. Sorry guys. I really hope this doesn't happen again.
5873.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the Photophone not existing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photophone Add-On: Do you remember certain lines in The Fly existing that aren't not there anymore?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fly_(1986_film) Add-On: Add-On: Do you remember Planter's Cheese Balls instead of Planters Cheez Balls?(Were the letters in Cheez not connected?)
http://www.planters.com/product/00029000023864 Add-On: Do you remember Salt And Pepa, or Salt & Pepa, instead of Salt-N-Pepa?(Pepper, or Peppa?)(Was it a duo?)(Anything else off?)(Kids And Play/Kids 'N Play)(Anything else off?)(Sweet Tea/Sweet Tee)(Nate Dog/Nate Dogg)(Dog Pound/Dogg Pound/The Dog Pound/The Dogg Pound)(Are the album titles off?)(Exhibit/Xzibit)(Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)(Are any of their rapper names off?)(Anything else off?)(Bel Biv Devoe/Bell Biv DeVoe)(Div?)(Other spellings?)(Anything else off about any of this?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt-N-Pepa https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kid_%27n_Play https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Tee https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Dogg https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tha_Dogg_Pound https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xzibit https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bone_Thugs-n-Harmony https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_Biv_DeVoe 5874.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember SNICK(Snick?)not existing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/SNICK 5875.(Music Lyrics change.)"The seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, or the sun, or the rain."/"Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain."(Other lyrics?)
https://genius.com/Blue-oyster-cult-dont-fear-the-reaper-lyrics 5876.(Music Lyrics change.)"The hair is standing straight up."/"The air is standing straight up."
https://genius.com/Slipknot-wait-and-bleed-lyrics 5877.(Song Title change.)Knocking On Heaven's DooKnockin' On Heaven's Door(Ing to In' lyrics and song title.)
https://genius.com/Guns-n-roses-knockin-on-heavens-door-lyrics 5878.(Body Part name change.)Stomache/Stomach
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stomach 5879.(Famous Singer name change.)Janice Joplin/Janis Joplin(Other spellings?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Joplin 5880.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Sebastian from The Little Mermaid(Little Mermaid?)not having yellow eyes?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebastian_(The_Little_Mermaid) 5881.(Famous Actor name change.)Alex Wolf/Alex Wolff
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Wolff 5882.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember the ears of Bugs Bunny being shorter, and the legs of Lola Bunny looking more like rabbit legs?(Does she look more sexual now?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugs_Bunny https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lola_Bunny 5883.(Book Title change.)War Of The Worlds/The War Of The Worlds(Other names?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_War_of_the_Worlds 5884.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the iconic poster from WWII saying, "You can do it!" instead of, "We can do it!"?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:We_Can_Do_It!.jpg 5885.(Music Lyrics change.)"Do you remember the 21st night of September?"/"Do you remember, 21st night, September?"(Any of the other lyrics off?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Earth-wind-and-fire-september-lyrics 5886.(Music Lyrics change.)"You ain't gotta go to work."/"You don't gotta go to work."(Any of the other lyrics off?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Fifth-harmony-work-from-home-lyrics 5887.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Minnie Mouse's bow being smaller?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minnie_Mouse 5888.(Music Lyrics change.)"I was the scorpion."/"I was a scorpion."(I Hate You, I Love You/I Hate U, I Love U)(Anything else off?)(Olivia O'Brian/Olivia O'Brien)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivia_O%27Brien https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Hate_U,_I_Love_U http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-scorpion-lyrics-megadeth.html 5889.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember ancient star holes not being a thing?
http://www.relicsoftheancients.com/holes_star_index.htm Add-On: Do you remember, "I think we're gonna need a bigger boat.", or "I think you're gonna need a bigger boat."
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaws_(film) 5890.(New species.)Have you heard of the red owl?(Were owls never red?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_owl 5891.(New species.)Have you heard of the golden zebra?(Have you heard of the Zorse?)(Have you heard of the Wholphin?)(Have you heard of the Leopon?)(Have you heard of the Cama?)(Have you heard of the Beefalo?)(Have you heard of the Hinny?)(Have you heard of the Pumapard?)(Have you heard of the Dzo?)(Have you heard of the Liliger?)(Have you heard of the Jaglion?)(Have you heard of the Coywolf?)(Have you heard of the Żubroń(Zubron?)?)(Have you heard of the Quagga?)(Have you heard of the Tiliger?)(Have you heard of the sheep-goat hybrid?)(Have you heard of the Yakalo?)
https://owlcation.com/stem/Meet-Zoe-The-Rare-Golden-Zebra https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zebroid https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wholphin https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leopon https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cama_(animal) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beefalo https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinny https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pumapard https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dzo https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liliger http://www.bearcreeksanctuary.com/jaglions.htm https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coywolf https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Żubroń https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quagga https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiliger https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheep–goat_hybrid https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakalo 5892.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember most of the characters in The Brave Little Toaster(Brave Little Toaster?)not having yellow, red, or blue eyes?
http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Category:The_Brave_Little_Toaster_characters 5893.(Music Lyrics change.)"At the drive-in."/"At the drive-ins."("Down in the basement."/"Down the basement.")("Lock the cellar door.")("And lock the cellar door.")(Does the Poison logo, or any of their album covers look off?)
https://www.google.com/amp/s/genius.com/amp/Poison-talk-dirty-to-me-lyrics Add-On: Do you remember the Voynich Manuscript not existing?(Did anything based off the Voynich Manuscript not exist?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voynich_manuscript Add-On: Do you remember there not being a wart-like object under the nose of the Sphinx?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tFfcMwI3MKw 5894.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Mog's Amulet from Final Fantasy being officially known as the Moogle Charm?
http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Mog%27s_Amulet Add-On: Do you remember Jaws 2 not almost being Saving Private Ryan 2?
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.thewrap.com/jaws-2-saving-private-ryan-with-sharks-indianapolis-podcast-shoot-this-now/amp/ Add-On: Do you remember all of these colored beaches not existing?(Are there even more now, and are there more colored bodies of water?)
https://www.travelchannel.com/interests/beaches/photos/unusually-colored-beaches 5895.(New species.)Do you remember these animals not existing?(Samurai Bug Pink Peacock,(Was Peacock used for both male, and female peafowl, and did the term Peafowl not exist?)Pink Katydid, owls with fur, Australian Funnel-Web Spider, Rainbow Leaf Beetle, planthoppers with white hair tufts, Rhinoceros Hornbill, or Hornbills in general,(Was Rhinoceros spelled differently for you?)Shipworm Superb Bird Of Paradise, white rattlesnake, pink slug, and tons of other pink insects, and arachnids, and more multi-colored(Multi Colored?)grasshoppers, and hairy moths.)
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.thedodo.com/amphtml/all-about-the-6-furry-moths-you-could-easily-take-for-a-cat-1359725578.html https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dactylotum_bicolor http://www.thenatureanimals.com/2012/12/amazing-pink-insects-in-nature.html?m=1 https://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/01/katydids-insects-new-species-borneo/ https://www.kxan.com/news/texas-parks-wildlife-shares-photo-of-white-rattlesnake/1303520506 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greater_lophorina https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shipworms https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhinoceros_hornbill https://boingboing.net/2013/11/19/strange-planthopper-with-tuft.html https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrysolina_cerealis https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_funnel-web_spider https://www.facebook.com/204084150052197/posts/486760628451213/ https://www.treehugger.com/natural-sciences/photos-of-the-very-rare-pink-katydid.html https://www.pinterest.com/pin/238550111483570933/ https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.thehindu.com/news/national/tamil-nadu/Rare-bug-sighted-in-Tiruchi/article16894368.ece/amp/ 5896.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Aerogel not being a thing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aerogel Add-On: Do you remember Douglas never being spelled Douglass?(Was Anderson never being spelled Andersson?)
http://www.douglassagency.com Add-On: Do you remember Slip And Slide instead of Slip 'N Slide?)(Did the apostrophe never come after the N?)(Was It only known as the Slip 'N Slide?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slip_'N_Slide Add-On: Do you remember Planter's Cheese Balls instead of Planters Cheez Balls?
http://www.planters.com/product/00029000023864 Add-On: Do you remember "Yee hoo!" being said at the end of The Dukes Of Hazzard(Dukes Of Hazzard?)theme song instead of "Yee whoo!"?(Ing to In' lyrics, and words like Straightening are off?)(Did Rosco(Roscoe?)P. Coltrane become Rosco Coltrane for a while?)(Was the K not cut in the Kellogg's logo?)(Safeway Chicken Wings/Safeway Chicken Wingz)(Does The Equalizer(Equalizer?)logo look off?)(Do any other new t.v. show logos look off, or do the texts of commercials look off?)(Does the AmSam logo look off?)(Does the Veritiv logo look off?)(CenterPoint/CenterPointe)(JEEP/Jeep)(Does the Pioneer Packaging logo look off?)(Does the TwinMed logo look off?)(Scotch Bright/Scotch Brite)(Mop Glow/Mop Glo)(All Mighty Packs/All Mighty Pacs)(Is the Zacky logo off?)(Has Donald Duck's neck tie flipped back, and forth for you?)(Does the Garrison + Home logo look off?)(Does the Assured sanitizer logo look off?)(Does the Biotène(Biotene?)logo look off?)(Does the Latino Times, or Homes & Land logos look off?)(Does the Toffifay logo look off?)(Are the Dunkin' Donuts colors off?)(Does Germany look off?)(Is there more stuff that seems ahead of its time?)(Has I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2 changed again?)(Is the time when the Pound Coin was made off?)(Does the sun, or anything else look off?)(Are Date Palms, or Date Palm Trees off?)(People say trees are appearing, and disappearing, and other things in their areas.)(Does The Goonies(Goonies?)seem off in any other way?)(Messed up R in Long John's commercial.)(Ribs, spine, and shoulders have changed.)(Has the Animal Planet logo always been misaligned, and has the M always been sideways, and a different color?)(Is the Nutro dog food logo off?)(Laugh Channel/Laff Channel)(Is the Ensure logo off?)(Hunchback(Hunch Back?)Of Notre Dame/The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, and is the pronunciation of Notre Dame different?)(Is the pronunciation of Yakima, or other Washington cities different?)(More songs have Ing to In' lyrics.)(Aswell/As Well)(Was Barack Obama president in 2005-2007?)(Captain Knuckles/Captain K'Nuckles/Captain K'nuckles)(Is Mardi Gras pronounced different?)(Are any of the planets larger, or smaller?)(Is the science of black holes off?)(Roaming Catholic/The Roamin' Catholic)(Does the Ozzy Osbourne(Ozbourne, or Ozborne?)logo look off?)(Have you heard of the phrase, "De rerum de renis"?)(Did it exist, or not?)(Are tons of words, and phrases swapped, and wrong in the Bible now?)(Did any of the dinosaurs from Dinosaurs not have purple eyes?)(Allot/A Lot)(Was there only 3-4 members in N.W.A.?)(Was there not a third The NeverEnding Story(Never Ending Story?)movie, and was there no T.V. show?)(Did multi-colored squirrels not exist?)(Did Mona Lisa get stolen by Napoleon(Was it never Napoleone?)instead of being sold to the French king?)(Were King, and Queen never capitalized?)(More words have duplicated letters.)(Do the eyes look more realistic on statues, and paper currency?)(Was the plural of Currency always Currency, and not Currencies?)(Mamas & Papas/The Mamas & The Papas(Is Mama, Mamas, Papa, or Papas spelled different?)(People have claimed items have gone missing, changed color, size, design, shape, etc, and even old items have randomly popped up, or duplicated.)(Birds, and airplanes can appear to hold still in the sky.)(The sky sometimes has an off moon, off sun, no moon, no sun, two suns, two moons, off clouds, etc.)(Are gemstones off to you.)(Are butterfly growth patterns off?)(Next Guard/NexGard)(Are the lyrics in Love Lies by Khalid off?)(Speach/Speech)(BillionaiBillionaire)(MillionaiMillionaire)(Myblueprint/Mybluprint, and logo is off.)(TrillionaiTrillionaire)(Anything else in terms of numbers ending in Aire vs. Air off?)(Do you remember place names ending in Ville being Vill?)(Is charade pronounced different now?)(Certain houses, and entire streets have changed, and morphed, and things have disappeared, and appeared.)(Moving On/Movin' On)(Moving Out (Anthony's Song)/Movin' Out (Anthony's Song))(Do you remember certain things not having, or having "The" in the title?)(Does the Flatout bread logo look off?)(Blue bees apparently live alone, and bumblebees too.)(More weird shaped clouds.)(Money has changed around the world.)(Does the This channel logo look off?)(Tons of diamonds discovered below Earth's surface.)(Fukashima, Japan/Fukushima, Japan)(The Big Timers/Big Tymers)(Do you remember Steve Urkel from Family Matters saying, "Got any cheese?"?)(Does the Dunbar logo look off?)(Does the Prestige logo look off?)(Does the Herc Rentals logo look off?)(Does the Westside Performance logo look off?)(Does the Marriott logo look off?)(Does the Applus(Aplus?)logo look off?)(Does the Simply Me logo look off?)(Does the Curiosity Stream logo look off?)(Blowing your nose can fracture the bone behind your eyes.)(Retconned banner has changed.)(Indestructible animal discovered.)(Marilyn Monroe now looks different.)(Keeped vs. Kept.)(Reddit alien changed.)(Fedral/Federal)(Seprate/Separate)(Athelete/Athlete)(All Laverne & Shirley logos are off.)(Princess Diana had brown eyes.)(Johnny Deep/Johnny Depp)(The Statue Of Freedom now goes by other names, and changes appearance.)(Did Ursula's eyes change, or did her minions' eyes change?)(The Sun sometimes "blinks", or does a set of "blinks" apparently.)(Leggos/Legos/Lego)(Sometimes, there is a black line on the moon.)(Alvin And The Chipmunks/Alvinnn!!! And The Chipmunks)(People claim to lose time, or redo moments, or dream the future, and other things.)(Trees now make their own rain.)("Come Josephine, my flying machine." is no longer sang by Jack In the popular scene in Titanic.)(More YouTube videos have changed.)(D o es the Xfinity Mobile look off?)(The nose now has a bone in it.)(Lighthouse brand vs. Litehouse brand)(Light vs. Lite in product use.)(Were there no letters, or. Chinese characters in the opening scene of The Matrix?)(Background of Mona Lisa has changed again.)(George Washington on Mount Rushmore has changed again.)(Rothchild/Rothschild)(RockfelleRockefeller)(Scottish Right Foundation/Scottish Rite Foundation)(More parts of The Shawshank Redemption changed.)(Joey logo has changed.)(Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, and That's My Boy movie cover letters have changed.)(Dumb And Dumber Two/Dumb And Dumber To)(Swaziland has moved.)(Elizabeth Taylor's eyes.)(Sand fleas are now a thing.)(Stove Top is now a Kraft product, and their tagline for being chosen over mashed potatoes is hard to find.)(Entrance of the Great Pyramid is now on left side.)(Community Transit logo has changed.)(Flavor Flav's catchphrase(Catch Phrase?)has changed.)(Owch/Ouch)(BECU logo has changed.)(Sonic Care/Sonicare, and logo has changed.)(Pedia Light/Pedialyte, and letters are connected.)(Certain animals, or sounds being more, less, or weird for a time, or place.)(Respawning flies?)(Multiple new moons surrounding it.)(Talking Beavers/Talkin' Beavers)(2 Chains/2 Chainz)(Disturbing The Peace record label vs. Disturbing Tha Peace record label)(KemstaKeemstar)(Does the ankle bone look off?)(Personal items are changing again for everyone.)(Back To The Future changes.(Does the Playhut logo look off?)(Road Way Inn/Rodeway Inn)(Road Island/Rhode Island)(Faze Clan/FaZe Clan)(Optic Gaming/OpTic Gaming)(Soar Clan/SoaR Clan)(Does the Black Ops 1 cover look off?)(Does the MediFacts logo look off?)(Lips Are Moving/Lips Are Movin)(Grace Vanderwall/Grace VanderWaal)(Other spellings?)(Jhene Aiko/Jhené Aiko)(Iresponsible/Irresponsible)(Iresistable/Irresistible)(IregulaIrregular)(Evangeline Lilly eye color change.)(Main/Maine)(Changes in the upper half of the map.)(Charlie Putin/Charlie Puth)(Purple bananas)(Sun, and moon alignment, and daytime.)(Spiro The Dragon/Spyro The Dragon, and overlapping letters.)(Glue that apparently seals wounds in a minute.)(Cheese Whiz/Cheez Whiz, and the letters are merged, and some remember a spray version.)(The hyper-realistic(Hyper Realistic?)fish from Spongebob is completely different.)(Big Bang Theory/The Big Bang Theory T.V. show)(Goldbergs/The Goldbergs)(Leaning Tower Of Pisa changed again.)(All flags that have Union Jack in the corner have the changed one too.)(Does the Quest pizza logo look off?)(Kathy Griffin's Trump head photo.)(Fat being the only cause of weight gain.)(Does the Death Addict logo look off?)(Herr's Sweet And Crunchy/Herr's Sweet N" Crunchy)(The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all had red masks originally.)(Boy from Frosties commercial died from cancer, being beat up, or suicide, and says stuff in the commercial different.)(Skechers products with off logos.)(Wild Waves logo now has off, and connected letters.)(Krusty Krab/The Krusty Krab, and it looks different in the front, top, and sides.)(Match Them gummies/Match 'Ems gummies, and logo has changed.)(Shiva statue is now pink.)(Kuroba logo seems wrong.)(Andy Cap/Andy Capp)(Brite vs. Light on T.V..)(The Ms in Merrie Melodies are now musical notes.)(Arthos/Athos)(Mount Arthos/Mount Athos)(Does the Cinderella band logo look off?)(Does the Black Veil Brides(The Black Veil Brides?)logo look off?)(Jupiter moon amount changed.)(Diana Rigg is no longer dead.)($100 bills now have a black line.)(Bambi's mom dies at different times in the movie for certain people.)(One eyed goat born in India, and other one eyed animals.)(Movies, games, T.V. shows, etc released earlier, or later.)(Does the grunge.com font look off?)(Cigrette/Cigarette)(Do you remember 'N, and N' never being used to mean And?)(Did Donald Duck have two yellow buttons?)(Photographs are changing in color.)(Mount Rushmore has moved a little bit completely.)("Work Out." is once again in Takin' Care Of Business.)(Pronunciation of Z.)(Mount Rushmore has changed with Abraham Lincoln again.)(Keebler's is now Keebler.)(Lots of plants grow different.)(Vance Joy is now alive again.)(Patricia is no longer a color.)(XXTentacion/XXXTentacion(Other spellings?), and he died earlier.)(Stouffers/Stouffer's, and they may have been the owners of Stove Top.)(More words like Granny have tons of off spellings.)(Is Water pronounced differently?)(More website logos, and fonts are changing.)(Pac Man/Pac-Man)(Downy Unstopables commercial uses weird font.)(Choclate/Chocolate, and pronunciation change.)(Does the Flonase logo look off?)(Gone Fishing/Gone Fishin')(Big Pimping/Big Pimpin')(Smooth Criminal lyrics changed back.)(Big Things Popping (Do It)/Big Things Poppin' (Do It))(Abby was added to Sesame Street in 2006 instead of 2010-2011.)(Have Whilst, and Yea popped up randomly, or more often for you, or were they not things?)(Did Nat King Cole sing You Belong To Me?)(Do you remember Capri Sun being sold in large bottles similar to V8?)(Saturniidae moth now exists.)(Saharan dust going to other places like Texas, and was it not a thing?)("Why can't we be friend?"?)(Married With Children!/Maried... With Children)(Mandarin wood duck is a thing.)
https://www.kelloggs.com/en_US/product-search-results.html https://www.lyricsondemand.com/tvthemes/dukesofhazzardlyrics.html 5897.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Human Distemper not being a thing?
https://www.1800petmeds.com/education/canine-distemper-dogs-49.htm 5898.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember babies not being able to live at .8 pounds?
http://www.viralthread.com/tiny-baby-girl-weighing-just-400g-at-birth-is-the-smallest-ever-to-survive/ 5899.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the Tilt not being a thing?
http://www.360chicago.com/tilt/ Add-On: Do you remember the letters in Drake being normal?(Are the letters in Drake the singer's logos off?)
https://www.spreadshirt.com/drake+logo+men-s+premium+t-shirt-D5a513935f6c60d7a2086a9e1 Add-On: Do you remember Program being spelled Programme?(Was it the other way around?)(Anything else off?)(Albumn/Album)(Full-Fill/Full Fill/Fullfill/Fulfill)
http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/fulfill https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Album https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/program 5900.(Music Lyrics change.)"So come to me."/"A come to me."
https://genius.com/Poison-flesh-and-blood-sacrifice-lyrics 5901.(Music Lyrics change.)"Honey you get hot."/"A you get hot."("We'll see who's riding."/"Yeah who's riding.")(Anything else off about the lyrics?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Poison-unskinny-bop-lyrics 5902.(Music Lyrics change.)"Preaching 'bout(Bout, or About?)the promised land."/"Preaching 'bout the promised lands."("But Lord I think he sinned."/"Lord I think he sinned.")("The bullets took his best friend."/"Their bullets took his best friends.")("A mile away from the rich folks."/"A mile away from the rich folk.")("How so many lose."/"Why so many lose.")(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Poison-something-to-believe-in-lyrics Add-On: Do you remember Fanta being the only orange soda that contains caffeine instead of Sunkist too?
https://www.caffeineinformer.com/caffeine-content/sunkist-orange-soda 5903.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the Arc De Triomphe not being white, and being taller?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arc_de_Triomphe 5904.(Rap Group name change.)No Whites Allowed/Niggas With Attitude/Niggaz Wit Attitudes(Was Arabian Prince never part of the group, and were there only 5 members?)(Gangster Rap/Gangsta Rap)(Fuck The Police)(Fuck Tha Police)(Niggas For Life/Niggaz4Life)(World Class Wrecking Crew/World Class Wreckin' Cru)(The CarteTha Carter)(Does the Straight Outta Compton album cover look off?)(Tory Lanes/Tory Lanez)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tory_Lanez https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NoZnvDCqMMA https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/N.W.A https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Class_Wreckin%27_Cru https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tha_Carter 5905.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the milkshakes at Steak 'N Shake coming with a chocolate wafer cookie?(Steak And Shake/Steak 'N Shake)(Does the letters, or the logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steak_%27n_Shake Add-On: Do you remember the Statue Of Liberty not having black fingers?(Did it not have black spots on its neck?)(Is the position it holds the torch, and the tabula(Tablet?)off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statue_of_Liberty Add-On: Do you remember the FedEx logo only being purple, and green?
https://www.fedex.com/apps/fedextrack/ 5906.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember not being able to go without oxygen for more than 2 minutes?
https://www.sciencealert.com/here-s-the-longest-people-have-survived-without-air-food-water-sunshine-or-sleep Add-On: Do you remember Star Trek: Next Generation instead of Star Trek: The Next Generation?(Star Trek: Original Series/Star Trek: The Original Series)(Star Trek: Motion Picture/Star Trek: The Motion Picture)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation 5907.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember One Dance by Drake sounding different?(Are the backup singers different?)(Degrassi: Next Generation/Degrassi: The Next Generation)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Dance Add-On: Do you remember lava bombs not being a thing?(Were icebergs never a danger except on water?)
https://gizmodo.com/nearly-two-dozen-people-injured-after-lava-bomb-hits-ha-1827639279 http://time.com/5339726/massive-iceberg-village-greenland/ Add-On: Do you remember Pluto not being smaller than the moon?(Was it reclassified as a planet in 2013-2016?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluto Add-On: Do you remember Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies(Beverly Hillbillies?), Guess Who's Coming To Dinner(Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?), and The Monkees always being in black, and white?(Did The Monkees T.V. show not exist?)(Jeb Clampett/Jed Clampett)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Monkees_(TV_series) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guess_Who%27s_Coming_to_Dinner https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Acres https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beverly_Hillbillies 5908.(Music Lyrics change.)"On this lonely ride."/"On this lowly ride."
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/poison/lifegoeson.html Add-On: Do you remember Maleficent's horns being shorter than they are now, and did they not have hooks?(Is Daisy Duck's bow larger?)(Are Sebastian's teeth off?)(Have Tom's eyes changed again?)(Were they simply known as Tom, and Jerry, and not Tom Cat, and Jerry Mouse?)(Did Plankton, Gary, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and Larry The Lobster not have yellow eyes?)(Was Plankton's pupil not red, and are his antennas longer?)(Were Mr. Krabs' eyes slightly smaller, and his clothing off?)(Did Larry The Lobster have a six-pack(Six Pack, Eight Pack, and Twelve Pack?)?)(Squilliam Fancypants/Squilliam Fancyson)(Did Olaf have two teeth, and not one?)(Was he known as Olaf, and not Olaf The Snowman?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maleficent https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisy_Duck https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebastian_(The_Little_Mermaid) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Cat https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Mouse http://spongebob.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_characters/Main https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olaf_(Frozen) 5909.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember people not being able to have gray, violet, Amber, or red eyes?(Anything else off?)
https://www.edow.com/general-eye-care/eyecolo Add-On: Do you remember Prince Naveen's teeth being different than they are now?(Princess And The Pea/The Princess And The Pea)(Princess And The Frog/The Princess And The Frog)(Princess Bride/The Princess Bride)(Princess Diaries/The Princess Diaries)(Rum Diaries/The Rum Diary)
http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Prince_Naveen Add-On: Do you remember Mr. Burns not having blueish hair?)(Were Smithers' glasses not blue?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waylon_Smithers https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Burns Add-On: Do you remember the original Statue Of Liberty holding two torches?(Are any of the images of the Statues Of Liberty off?)(Did none of them hold two torches?)(Anything else off?)
https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-a-statue-of-liberty-holding-two-torches-in-the-town-of-begur-spain-20095024.html 5910.(Movie name change.)13th Monkey/13 Monkeys/12 Monkeys(Twelve, Twelfth,(Twelth?)Thirteen, or Thirteenth?)(Fith/Fifth)(Does the logo look off?)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_Monkeys 5911.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Jane pushing Blanche down the stairs in What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?(Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?(Anything else about the title, or movie off?)(Betty Davis/Bette Davis)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Ever_Happened_to_Baby_Jane%3F_(1962_film) 5912.(Music Lyrics change.)"I keep rolling down the road."/"I keep blowing down the road."(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Lynyrd-skynyrd-call-me-the-breeze-lyrics 5913.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the three times George says, "Alright." in the Seinfeld episode, The Strongbox(Strong Box?)all being similar to the second time he said it?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strongbox 5914.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Woodstock actually occurring in Woodstock, New York instead of Bethel, New York?(Does the logo look off?)(Was it not rained out, and was everything not covered with mud?)(Was New York State Thruway(Throughway?)closed?)(Do you remember the Altamont Free Concert not being a thing?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woodstock https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altamont_Free_Concert 5915.(Movie Quote change.)"Stay golden ponyboy."/"Stay gold ponyboy."(Was it something else?)(Pony Boy Michael Curtis/Ponyboy Michael Curtis)(Does the logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Outsiders_(film) Add-On: Do you remember the eyes of the Sphinx not looking like pyramids?(Is the color on the head off?)(Anything else off?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aPkiAbPdWXI 5916.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember there not being dead bodies on the title screen of Super Metroid?(Were they not in the artwork?)(Anything else off?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bs5Qja04v8U Add-On: Do you remember Bugs Bunny's nose not being red, and was it more pinkish?(Was his wig gray, and not blue in the famous Orchestra cartoon?)(Did Orchestra never have to be capitalized?)(Did Sylvester have a smaller nose that was black, or more pinkish, and did it have nostrils, and other features?)(Was his full name just Sylvester?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BX1ljYx3g3k https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvester_the_Cat Add-On: Do you remember the Washington Monument being in front of the White House instead of behind it?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington_Monument 5917.(Music Lyrics change.)"He walked the streets a soldier, and fought the world alone."/"He walked the streets as a soldier, and fought the worlds alone."("He kept his motor running, but he never kept it clean."/"It kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean.")(Any of the other lyrics off?)
https://genius.com/Skid-row-18-and-life-lyrics 5918.(Music Lyrics change.)"I touch life barely sixteen."/"I tuft life barely sixteen."("Ass, gas, or grass. Living fast."/"Ass, gas, or grass. Baby living fast.")("Feels like time's running out on me."/"Feels like feels like time's running out on me.")(Ing to In' lyrics.)
http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/poison/valley_of_lost_souls-lyrics-209225.html Add-On: Do you remember there not being black on the torch of the Statue Of Liberty?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0_72D753Bn4 5919.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things being different, or not a thing?(55 pound South American pacu invading Arizona, really great residual of tankman getting killed from congressional testimony, Nathan Hale's famous quote, "I have but one live to give/lose for my country," water spout caused by firenado, dead leaf butterfly, goblin shark method of biting, Mars in the night sky, weird sharks, the Russo-Japanese war, leg bones, Svalbard islands, Rothschild & Co., squirrels eat other animals, elephant food plant, Sclera tattoo.)(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=V-s3R3dg-Kw 5920.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the famous photo of the shell-shocked(Shell Shocked?)soldier not being obstructed by a second person?(Was he not smiling?)(Anything else off?)(Did the photo not exist?)(Was there not a full shot?)
https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/shell-shocked-soldier-1916/ 5921.(Commercial Quote change.)"No one can eat just one."/"Bet you can't eat just one."
https://bigthink.com/world-in-mind/bet-you-cant-eat-just-one Add-On: Do you remember these things being different, or not a thing?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4hJP-xszZes https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_G0IMRD9VFA https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nE5wzZLqZDY 5922.(Music Lyrics change.)"The girls are trying to look pretty."/"The girls who try to look pretty."("Work out." is not in the song.)(Ing to In' lyrics, and song title.)(Bachman Turner Overdrive/Bachman-Turner Overdrive)(Any of the other lyrics off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takin%27_Care_of_Business_(song) Add-On: Do you remember Roger Rabbit never having blue eyes?(Were his eyes always white?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Rabbit 5923.(Movie name change.)Sweets For The Sweet: The Candyman Myths/Sweets To The Sweet: The Candyman Mythos
https://m.imdb.com/title/tt0406247/ 5924.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Big Bird not having a white forehead?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Bird Add-On: Do you remember Big Ben not being yellow in some images?(Was there not four clocks on the tower?)(Was its official name not Elizabeth Tower?)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Ben 5925.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Incel not being a thing?
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=incel 5926.(Movie Quote change.)"Want me to wash the leaves on your Viccus plant?"/"Want me to wipe the leaves on your Ficus tree?"
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0280590/characters/nm0302704 5927.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these not existing?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QlecOCvfHJQ 5928.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Sweden never having American colonies?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweden 5929.(Spelling change.)Streudel/Struedel/Strudel(Toaster Scramblers/Toaster Scrambles(Was Scramblers a real word?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strudel https://www.pillsbury.com/products/toaster-strudel/toaster-scrambles 5930.(Phantom t.v. show quote.)Do you remember "This isn't even my final form." being said in Dragon Ball Z?
https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/this-isnt-even-my-final-form 5931.(Song Title change.)Straight Out Of Compton/Straight Outta Compton(Did N.W.A. never wear Kings hats?)(Did a Tupac statue not exist?)(Does the slate.com logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straight_Outta_Compton_(song) https://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/24628 http://www.slate.com/blogs/browbeat/2015/08/19/straight_outta_compton_wardrobe_mistakes_why_nwa_s_anachronistic_white_sox.html 5932.(Music Lyrics change.)"I got home late on a Saturday night."/"I've got home late on Saturday night."("She took all I had, and left a hole in my heart."/"She took all I had, but left a hole in my heart.")("He said good-bye(Goodbye?), and she don't want me no more."/"It said good-bye, and she don't want me no more.")(Fire House/Firehouse/FireHouse)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_She_Wrote_(FireHouse_song) 5933.(Famous Musician name change.)Pat Metheney/Pat Metheny(Other spellings?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Metheny 5934.(Music Lyrics change.)"Somebody's got a bomb. We can all die here today."/"Everybody's got a bomb. We can all die any day."(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Prince-1999-lyrics 5935.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the largest amethyst cave being in Queensland, Australia?
https://matadornetwork.com/read/see-largest-amethyst-cave-world-australias-crystal-castle/amp/ 5936.(Music Lyrics change.)"My hands felt just like two balloons."/"My hands felt just like two balloon."(Is comfortable pronounced differently in general?)(Is the Rosetta Stone logo off?)
https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-comfortably-numb-lyrics Add-On: Do you remember Figaro from Pinocchio not having yellow eyes?(Are Jiminy Cricket's(Jimmy Cricket?)clothes, and color different?)(Does the Pinocchio logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Figaro_(Disney) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiminy_Cricket Add-On: Do you remember Mickey Mouse, Pluto, and Minnie Mouse never having white glows on their noses?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minnie_Mouse https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey_Mouse 5937.(Book Series Title change.)Where's Waldo?/Where's Wally?(The latter is more popular, and Waldo is only U.S., and Canada.)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where's_Wally%3F 5938.(Music Lyrics change.)"Love of a lifetime."/"Love of the lifetime."
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/firehouse/loveofalifetime.html 5939.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things being different, or not a thing?(Videos below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YI8DxGVJ7ro https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ugAusH8e7BE https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ju1NfPYATIo https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Hun_LDZIskI https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dVHZ38_hr_k https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXZ1JSWPWDc https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KrKbBCbkNmo https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=37nehjZTdis https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yrtPYo7aKlI https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aTnlsZfSaH4 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Na3-plpLCdk https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IL2bZGwLe3o https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=P7_b7B5Yzqk 5940.(Music Lyrics change.)"Can't they chill, and let me be free?"/"Can't it chill, and let me be free?"(There's a missing "Boom" in the song.)(Corn/Korn, and the logo changed.)(New Metal/Nu Metal)
https://genius.com/Korn-freak-on-a-leash-lyrics 5941.(Famous Author name change.)David Wilcox/David Wilcocks/David Wilcock
https://divinecosmos.com 5942.(Famous Rapper name change.)Meek Mills/Meek Mill
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meek_Mill 5943.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Emeril Lagasse dying?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emeril_Lagasse 5944.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Mike Starr(Mike Star?)dying of a heart attack?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Starr_(actor) 5945.(Song Title change.)It Ain't Easy Being Easy/It Ain't Easy Bein' Easy(Ing to In' lyrics, and song title.)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Ain%27t_Easy_Bein%27_Easy 5946.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these statues, sculptures, and monuments being different, or not a thing?
https://matadornetwork.com/trips/33-colossal-monuments-statues-around-world/ http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/world-records/largest-stone-sculpture http://www.globaltimes.cn/content/856093.shtml https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b1ZVAs-rDo 5947.(Fictional Planet name change.)Galifrey/Gallifrey
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gallifrey 5948.(Company Logo change.)Do you remember the B, and E in Bose being normal?
https://www.bose.com/ 5949.(Music Lyrics change.)"How did we get here? I used to know you so well. How did we get here? Why dont you show yourself? I think I know." /"How did we get here? I used to know you so well. How did we get here? I think I know. I think I know."
https://genius.com/Paramore-decode-lyrics 5950.(Song Title change.)Bed Of Roses/Bed Of Rose's(Album too.)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bed_of_Rose%27s Add-On: Do you remember Big Bird not having colored eyelids?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Bird 5951.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Warren from There's Something About Mary being played by a different actor?(Did Angela Lansbury play Mary Poppins, and not Julie Andrews?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/There%27s_Something_About_Mary https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Poppins_(film) 5952.(Company Logo change.)Do you remember the letters in UKF not being connected?(Is the K different?)
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Welcome to Bethel Woods Center for the Arts, the National Register Historic Site of the 1969 Woodstock Music & Art Fair and the home of a one-of-a-kind cultural center offering a diverse mix of performances, arts programs that inspire, a museum honoring the decade that ushered in a new world, and so much more. Make Bethel Woods Your Place Programs at Bethel Woods. Make art, discover a new Dylan, a former Town of Woodstock resident, did not play the famous festival 51 years ago, which drew a half-million people to the property on which Bethel Woods now sits, but has played the venue Bethel Woods: Brad Paisley to play Woodstock site; 'Country Megaticket' offered Country music star Brad Paisley will perform Aug. 9 at the Sullivan County site of the 1969 Woodstock Music and Art Spotify is a digital music service that gives you access to millions of songs. We and our partners use cookies to personalize your experience, to show you ads based on your interests, and for measurement and analytics purposes. By using our website and our services, you agree to our use of cookies as described in our Cookie Policy. × View on Spotify. Morning rhythm Morning Rhythm. Morning On a campus of about 2,000 acres, Bethel Woods encompasses the 37-acre farm field on which an estimated 500,000 young people converged August 15–18, 1969, to hear some of the most popular rock music artists of the day. The hippie culture of the era pervaded the event, and drug use was abundant, but Woodstock has been heralded over the years for the atmosphere of mutual good will and respect Santana, Ringo Starr to play Bethel Woods’ Woodstock anniversary. Joined by the Doobie Brothers and 1969 performers Arlo Guthrie and Edgar Winter, Carlos Santana and ex-Beatle Starr will play the retooled celebrations at Bethel But the announcement made no mention of the Bethel Woods Music and Culture Festival, which was announced in late 2018. That gathering was billed as a celebration of the 50th anniversary of “We built Bethel Woods to create a better place for people of this county and region to live, work, and play. Our kids are our future. Let’s give them every opportunity to flourish here, to A three-week exploration of collaborative music making between skilled musicians and youth ages 9-15. Students will participate in ensemble, chorus, composition, and private lessons with a culminating event of their work inspired by the music of the 1969 Woodstock Music and Art Fair. Anchored in social engagement with an air of interdisciplinary exposure, this program values the contributions Get the Taylor Swift Setlist of the concert at Bethel Woods Center for the Arts, Bethel, NY, USA on July 27, 2008 and other Taylor Swift Setlists for free on setlist.fm!
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