My mind has been racing lately with so many memories. They almost always end up puting a huge smile on my face. I was in a store this morning and "Dreams" from Fleetwood Mac's Rumours album was playing overhead.
Buddy developed an unusual technique to win prizes by calling in to FM radio shows when they were sponsoring contests. He had three phone lines in his house in Howard Beach. When the radio station announced the contest he would begin. He would dial the radio station number on the first line and immediately place it on hold and move to phone line #2. Then redial the number, again hit hold and move to line #3. Rinse and repeat. Then he would click back in to line #1. If he did not get through he would again redial (he was persistent). You would be surprised how many contests he won with this system. However the most significant prize he had ever won was 2 tickets to the Fleetwood Mac concert at Madison Square Garden, June 29th, 1977.
He immediately called to advise that we would be attending this concert in one week.
To tell you the truth Buddy and I were not particularly music aficionados but we thought it might be a great way to meet some women.
The evening of the concert came and we were going to take the train to Manhattan. Then a slight change of plans occurred as Buddy's mother, Carol and my mother, Gloria decided they would drive us to the city. Good grief. The last thing two 15 year old boys going to a rock concert would like is their "mommies" dropping them off. Sort of put a damper on the adventure.
Carol and Gloria drive us in and drop us off at Madison Square Garden. We get out of the car and there were literally scores of people looking to scalp tickets. Buddy and I looked at each other and immediately smiled. We looked left, looked right and picked one lucky buyer.
With $150 in our pockets we then proceeded to hail a cab for our return trip to Howard Beach to have an evening of fun with the rest of the boys. On us.
On the ride home we were ecstatic. And what made it even better? We passed right by Carol and Glo on Cross Bay Boulevard.
We were cracking up. They, not so much.
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