tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post1309522702759745193..comments2024-02-02T00:22:18.479-06:00Comments on Okay, Listen Here: Read My TruckStephanie Jones AKA Alicia Hunter Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03023631488715031414noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-1047299873353768032010-05-04T06:27:33.500-05:002010-05-04T06:27:33.500-05:00Yes I did, thirty three years ago. I worked at Op...Yes I did, thirty three years ago. I worked at Opryland as a sidewalk sweeper ( you may not remember being so young and all but we kept the sidewalks spotless and gave directions to park visitors - hey it paid for eating while I was in college!). Anyway, it was pouring rain and I looked like a drowned rat when I saw a park ranger coming out of a gift shop as dry as a bone. My friend and I were clearing a bridge of standing water with a big squeegee. Needless to say I had to spray the water on the ranger, just had to, couldn't stand it that he was dry and I was soaked to my underwear. He wrote us up for it - a ticket for my measly paycheck cost me a lot. I hated him for an entire month then he asked me out. Well, three years later I married him. So having to get him wet was probably one of the best things I ever did!Cherylnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-41289709337122870182010-05-04T06:43:50.725-05:002010-05-04T06:43:50.725-05:00Oh, Cheryl, that's so romantic in a wet kind o...Oh, Cheryl, that's so romantic in a wet kind of way! I hope you have extracted the cost of that ticket from him many times over.<br><br>I miss Opryland. I loved it. The day they announced it was closing, Oldest Friend called and said, "I've got some good news and some bad news. There's a big shopping mall coming to Nashville but it's over for you and the Grizzly River Rampage." And now it looks like it's over for RWA and the Opryland Hotel--at least this year.Pantsternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-18124886900845168422010-05-04T08:45:43.884-05:002010-05-04T08:45:43.884-05:00Why do you think I don't work? He's more ...Why do you think I don't work? He's more than paid for that ticket. Seriously, if I hadn't had the compulsion I wouldn't have met him. So tell Plotster there's a lot to be said for having to do something.Cherylnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-26070557246434872812010-05-04T10:35:14.303-05:002010-05-04T10:35:14.303-05:00Ha ha-- very fun! Great observations.I do a lot of...Ha ha-- very fun! Great observations.<br>I do a lot of things just because I have to and the results are always interesting!Christine Glovernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-24096028582767449652010-05-04T11:00:27.857-05:002010-05-04T11:00:27.857-05:00Christine--You a free spirit? Say it ain't so!...Christine--You a free spirit? Say it ain't so!Pantsternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-35870266493170916772010-05-04T19:15:58.264-05:002010-05-04T19:15:58.264-05:00I have to ignore the question. Sorry I missed the...I have to ignore the question. Sorry I missed the professionally painted "In memory of" car window. You didn't add that Wild and Crazy was written in something that looked like Cathy's red lipstick. Sometimes you just gotta use what is handy.<br>@Cheryl - I promise you that Pantster remembers every.single.detail. about what went on at Opryland. She would have moved in if they had given her a place to live. Surprised she didn't befriend Roy Acuff so she could live with him.Oldest Friendnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018633413564074437.post-13289585594954733242010-05-05T06:10:16.646-05:002010-05-05T06:10:16.646-05:00Let us not forget Roy A. Cub, the 5 foot tall bear...Let us not forget Roy A. Cub, the 5 foot tall bear I won tossing rings at Opryland. Ah, those were the days. I had such success there. I might not have found my husband, Cheryl did, but winning a bear is no small thing.Pantsternoreply@blogger.com