I Wish I Knew the Protocol

Enchanted Ceiling - Parking Lot My good “buddy” Rick has tagged me. I am supposed to write 5 things you don’t know about me and then tag 5 other folks, so they’ll do the same.

He stopped after 3 because, as he put it, “After looking around it appears that everyone else has already been tagged…” How far did he look? Are you allowed to tag anyone? Or just folks you are linked to? Because he only did three, can I get away with posting just 3 things you don’t know about me? Just what are the rules here? How could he have tagged me if he didn’t tell me? I had to find out about it by reading his blog…

Anyway, let’s see if I can come up with five things you don’t already know about me, might be tough if you have been reading this for awhile:
1. I used to go by the nickname Bo, because it is so hard to pronounce Bogardus. There are probably some cousins of Donna’s that I met early on, that still think of me by that name, although I haven’t gone by it since the 70’s.
2. The nickname of the athletic teams of the high school I attended was Hurricanes, even though there have only been 8 categorized hurricanes to hit Connecticut since 1851.
3. At 16 I stole my mother’s cigarette’s for a couple weeks so I could learn to inhale in preparation for my first marijuana encounter that a friend had promised was imminent.
4. The first car I ever bought was a bright orange Datsun B210 “Honeybee.”
5. I saw Roger Clemens pitch the New Britain AA Red Sox to the 1983 Eastern League championship.

I’m tagging these following 5 blogs that I searched out on the net that mentioned the word Miata in a recent post: 1) Angst & Giggles 2) Live Free or Die! 3) Casa De Morrill 4) ZOOM-zoom-ZOOM & 5) Aubr3y. How the heck these people are going to know they are tagged is beyond me.

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4 Comments

  1. Michael

    I identified with you on the cigarette thing. My buddy and I (age 9) practiced smoking cigars in the woods because my dad said he would make me smoke a box of them if he ever caught me smoking his or mom’s cigarettes again. The cigars were better.

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