The Dairy Bar-Home of the Plenty Burger!
There was a time long ago when the world had not heard of Buffalo Wings.
Ed had the best fried chicken. You could get a breast, leg, or thigh. Why? "Cause that's all that people ordered back then.
What happened to the rest? Well, Ole Ed did like most folks back then
and bought whole chickens and cut them up himself. He would give away
the neck, back and wings. Lot of meat left there.
When you
have a family of five to feed, things like that go a long way to stretch
the budget. We quietly ate pounds of wings because we could not afford a
whole chicken.
Now, I could host a Super Bowl Party with 10 pounds of wings that we regularly kept in the refrigerator.
I know I told you before, but let me tell you again: THANKS ED, YOU ARE A GREAT GUY!
Friday, February 17, 2012
HE TORE THE DAMN MAN'S LEGS OFF!
THE PLENTY BURGER
A Great American and a Great Man by the name of Ed Anderson owned and operated THE DAIRY BAR-Home of the PLENTY BURGER!
When I worked on the Police Dept. for Newnan, Georgia, the Dairy Bar
was located on Greenville Street next to Weddington Chevrolet.
A police officer on duty never had to pay over half price for his meal.
If you were short on cash, you didn't have to pay at all. Ed would not
let an officer go hungry.
I once got a call from Shirley(one
of the girls who worked there) who said a drunk had bumped into the
building with his car after picking up his order at the window and was
parked in the parking lot.
When I arrived, she pointed him out.
I walked over to the open car window on the driver's side and
immediately smelled the tell-tale odor of alcoholic beverages(that's the
way you word it to get a conviction, as alcohol does not smell).
"Sir, have you been drinking alcoholic beverages tonight?"
"You mean bourbon and stuff?"
"Yeah, like that."
"Sure(with a slurred chuckle)."
"Sir, you need to step out of the car."
"Can't do it!"
"Put your d..... feet on the ground right now(blood beginning to boil)!"
"You got it!"( some shuffling about as if he were unbuckling his seat belt.
The out the window drops TWO ARTIFICIAL LEGS!!!
"What else can I do for you, FLAT FOOT?"
Then the Sherlock Holmes in me kicked in and I noticed that he was driving a car with hand controls.
He refused to put his legs back on, so I had another officer assist me
in loading him into my patrol car and later helping me set him at the
intoximeter at the station house.
While we had been at the Dairy Bar, the LT. had driven by to make sure
everything was OK. It took a short while to wait for a wrecker to come
and impound the vehicle.
In the meantime, the LT. had gone back
to the station and began to tell the new civilian dispatcher, that I
had gone ballistic and had threatened to rip that drunk's legs off if he
didn't co-operate.
The dispatcher/booking
officer had been out of the room when we arrived. The LT. had told him
to go to the bathroom because we were going to be busy and he would not
have a chance later. As he sat down at his desk, I tossed both legs into
his lap, saying tag those as property.
He jumped up, screamed like a little girl and run out of the station, not to be seen again that night.
I ended up dispatching for the rest of the shift. I later got my revenge on the LT.!
A Great American and a Great Man by the name of Ed Anderson owned and operated THE DAIRY BAR-Home of the PLENTY BURGER!
When I worked on the Police Dept. for Newnan, Georgia, the Dairy Bar
was located on Greenville Street next to Weddington Chevrolet.
A police officer on duty never had to pay over half price for his meal.
If you were short on cash, you didn't have to pay at all. Ed would not
let an officer go hungry.
I once got a call from Shirley(one
of the girls who worked there) who said a drunk had bumped into the
building with his car after picking up his order at the window and was
parked in the parking lot.
When I arrived, she pointed him out.
I walked over to the open car window on the driver's side and
immediately smelled the tell-tale odor of alcoholic beverages(that's the
way you word it to get a conviction, as alcohol does not smell).
"Sir, have you been drinking alcoholic beverages tonight?"
"You mean bourbon and stuff?"
"Yeah, like that."
"Sure(with a slurred chuckle)."
"Sir, you need to step out of the car."
"Can't do it!"
"Put your d..... feet on the ground right now(blood beginning to boil)!"
"You got it!"( some shuffling about as if he were unbuckling his seat belt.
The out the window drops TWO ARTIFICIAL LEGS!!!
"What else can I do for you, FLAT FOOT?"
Then the Sherlock Holmes in me kicked in and I noticed that he was driving a car with hand controls.
He refused to put his legs back on, so I had another officer assist me
in loading him into my patrol car and later helping me set him at the
intoximeter at the station house.
While we had been at the Dairy Bar, the LT. had driven by to make sure
everything was OK. It took a short while to wait for a wrecker to come
and impound the vehicle.
In the meantime, the LT. had gone back
to the station and began to tell the new civilian dispatcher, that I
had gone ballistic and had threatened to rip that drunk's legs off if he
didn't co-operate.
The dispatcher/booking
officer had been out of the room when we arrived. The LT. had told him
to go to the bathroom because we were going to be busy and he would not
have a chance later. As he sat down at his desk, I tossed both legs into
his lap, saying tag those as property.
He jumped up, screamed like a little girl and run out of the station, not to be seen again that night.
I ended up dispatching for the rest of the shift. I later got my revenge on the LT.!
BAPTISTING A ROOKIE!
When I went to work at Newnan Police Dept. there were already black police
officers there. As a matter of fact, Sgt. Moses Martin was my mentor and friend and years later, when he died, I cried for our loss.
However, there was a big push to hire more "minorities". It is not a
good idea to hire quantity instead of quality. One case in point,
Cornell Copeland, the sorriest man to ever put on a uniform, of any race. He single-handedly added to stereotyping his race.
When he wasn't sleeping on the job(which we all did-more on that in a
minute), he was very arrogant, had a chip on his shoulder, and yes,
racist.
Back to sleeping. Most, if not all, police officers had
two or more jobs to make ends meet. Naturally, when the third shift
rotated around, we caught up on our sleep if it was a quite night. We
had a simple unwritten rule. If two officers were in the same car, after
checking the first round, the rider would catch some sleep while the
driver kept an eye out. After mid-shift, the two would change, and then
the driver would catch a few winks. In Newnan in those days, there was
not one single business open after 11pm, so things were very, very quite
during the week.
Well, Officer Copeland would jump into the
passenger seat at the beginning of the shift and proceed to sleep the
entire night. No amount of reasoning on my part mattered to him. I
really did try!
Newnan Water Works has several lakes inside the
city which most people at that time had never seen, especially black
people. The property was posted and off-limits to everyone except Water
Works employees and the Police. At the upper lake there is an overflow
with an asphalt underlayment to prevent erosion. At 1am in the morning
that asphalt with 3 inches of water rushing over the top of it looks to
be bottomless. You would routinely drive thru it and continue your
patrol.
Officer Copeland had never seen that little piece of
Newnan, so when I woke him out of sound sleep, at the edge of the
spillway, and told him I thought I could jump it in the patrol car, well
his baby brown eyes got big as saucers!
I backed up about 20 feet, gunned the engine, took off, slinging gravel, and doing the Rebel Yell at the top of my lungs.
Copeland thought we were seconds away from drowning. He started
screaming, cussing, threatening to to shoot me, and crying a little.
Just as we drove through the water, that nut(him not me) opened the door
to jump out, but we were on the other side before he had time to jump.
We both got soaked, but it was worth it. For some reason, he refused to
ride with me again. The Lt. put him on foot patrol when it was his turn
to ride with me.
A short time later he was caught with a
stolen gun and went to jail, but not before we had a few more good times
at his expense. No, I am not sorry.
officers there. As a matter of fact, Sgt. Moses Martin was my mentor and friend and years later, when he died, I cried for our loss.
However, there was a big push to hire more "minorities". It is not a
good idea to hire quantity instead of quality. One case in point,
Cornell Copeland, the sorriest man to ever put on a uniform, of any race. He single-handedly added to stereotyping his race.
When he wasn't sleeping on the job(which we all did-more on that in a
minute), he was very arrogant, had a chip on his shoulder, and yes,
racist.
Back to sleeping. Most, if not all, police officers had
two or more jobs to make ends meet. Naturally, when the third shift
rotated around, we caught up on our sleep if it was a quite night. We
had a simple unwritten rule. If two officers were in the same car, after
checking the first round, the rider would catch some sleep while the
driver kept an eye out. After mid-shift, the two would change, and then
the driver would catch a few winks. In Newnan in those days, there was
not one single business open after 11pm, so things were very, very quite
during the week.
Well, Officer Copeland would jump into the
passenger seat at the beginning of the shift and proceed to sleep the
entire night. No amount of reasoning on my part mattered to him. I
really did try!
Newnan Water Works has several lakes inside the
city which most people at that time had never seen, especially black
people. The property was posted and off-limits to everyone except Water
Works employees and the Police. At the upper lake there is an overflow
with an asphalt underlayment to prevent erosion. At 1am in the morning
that asphalt with 3 inches of water rushing over the top of it looks to
be bottomless. You would routinely drive thru it and continue your
patrol.
Officer Copeland had never seen that little piece of
Newnan, so when I woke him out of sound sleep, at the edge of the
spillway, and told him I thought I could jump it in the patrol car, well
his baby brown eyes got big as saucers!
I backed up about 20 feet, gunned the engine, took off, slinging gravel, and doing the Rebel Yell at the top of my lungs.
Copeland thought we were seconds away from drowning. He started
screaming, cussing, threatening to to shoot me, and crying a little.
Just as we drove through the water, that nut(him not me) opened the door
to jump out, but we were on the other side before he had time to jump.
We both got soaked, but it was worth it. For some reason, he refused to
ride with me again. The Lt. put him on foot patrol when it was his turn
to ride with me.
A short time later he was caught with a
stolen gun and went to jail, but not before we had a few more good times
at his expense. No, I am not sorry.
SCREWING WITH YOUR CO-WORKERS!
Well, who doesn't like to screw with their co-workers!?
To set the stage, there is a type of fireworks called a BOOBIE-TRAP, a
little firecracker with strings on both ends, when pulled sharply,
explodes with the sound of a BLACK CAT firecracker.
Now, if you
take fishing line(nearly invisible) and extend each end of the TRAP,
you can position it to explode, oh I don't know, next to the driver's side window? Now this does not make sense to you now, unless you know what I did for many years--Police Patrolman(in a very, very rural area).
Both the city officer and the Sheriff's patrol office had to check the
security of all businesses late at night. This was very routine and VERY
boring. Well enter ME!
First, after the deputy had called in
the building he had just checked(in code so that criminals could not
come in behind him and rob the place), I would hurry out into the county
to the same building and string up the Boobie-trap.
Sometimes,
just to add a little spice to night, since we did not have 911, I would
get the clerk at the all night convenience store to call in and say
that she had just driven past the rigged building and thought she saw
someone trying to break in. Since she would call the Jailer at the
Sheriff's office, in those days, there was not Caller ID(you have to
cover all the bases).
Of course the unsuspecting deputy would
rush to the building, expecting the worse. If the Trap was at window
height, he may temporarily loose control of the steering wheel(since
that deputy has passed away, yes I caused you to dent the right fender
of your patrol car--sorry).
The most fun was to put it at ankle height around the dark side of the building. I can claim that I made one guy pee his pants.
If I had patrolled in a larger city, I would not have been so mischievous.
Well, actually that's not true. I worked in Newnan and had many more uniformed victims!
Oh, and in closing, SAD FACT #927: Boobie Traps seldom involve Boobies!
To set the stage, there is a type of fireworks called a BOOBIE-TRAP, a
little firecracker with strings on both ends, when pulled sharply,
explodes with the sound of a BLACK CAT firecracker.
Now, if you
take fishing line(nearly invisible) and extend each end of the TRAP,
you can position it to explode, oh I don't know, next to the driver's side window? Now this does not make sense to you now, unless you know what I did for many years--Police Patrolman(in a very, very rural area).
Both the city officer and the Sheriff's patrol office had to check the
security of all businesses late at night. This was very routine and VERY
boring. Well enter ME!
First, after the deputy had called in
the building he had just checked(in code so that criminals could not
come in behind him and rob the place), I would hurry out into the county
to the same building and string up the Boobie-trap.
Sometimes,
just to add a little spice to night, since we did not have 911, I would
get the clerk at the all night convenience store to call in and say
that she had just driven past the rigged building and thought she saw
someone trying to break in. Since she would call the Jailer at the
Sheriff's office, in those days, there was not Caller ID(you have to
cover all the bases).
Of course the unsuspecting deputy would
rush to the building, expecting the worse. If the Trap was at window
height, he may temporarily loose control of the steering wheel(since
that deputy has passed away, yes I caused you to dent the right fender
of your patrol car--sorry).
The most fun was to put it at ankle height around the dark side of the building. I can claim that I made one guy pee his pants.
If I had patrolled in a larger city, I would not have been so mischievous.
Well, actually that's not true. I worked in Newnan and had many more uniformed victims!
Oh, and in closing, SAD FACT #927: Boobie Traps seldom involve Boobies!
SNIPE HUNTING!
Let's relive a favorite(or dark) memory from our childhood--PRANKS PLAYED ON US BY
SOMEONE WE TRUSTED!(and yes, brother, I am talking about you).
As a child growing up in Hogansville, there was less
than nothing to do. Even if all the toys and games that exist today had
been on the shelves back then, who the hell could afford them on cotton mill salaries(of our parents)?
So we played games. Some we made up after watching whatever B MOVIE had
just played at the ROYAL THEATER last, or many times we played games
that had been handed down through the generations.
Case in point: SNIPE HUNTING!
As those of my age know, you get a gullible small child(me), give him a
burlap bag as dusk, have him get on his hands and knees at the end of a
small gulley, open the bag and wait for the other person to flush the
snipes down to you. Of course while you are kneeling there in the dark
terrified with all kinds of thoughts going through your head;
1. What if there are more than the sack will hold, with they be disappointed in me?
2. What if something OTHER than a snipe gets in the bag?
3. What if I catch more than they ever caught, will that make them mad at me?
4. It is REALLY DARK now!
5. What was that noise?
Had I had the experience of years, I would have figured out what just
happened to me by my tormentors laughing like a pack of hyenas. Instead,
when I asked what was so funny, my brother said one of the other boys
had just told a joke and this seemed not to be a good night to catch
snipes.
So they took me out the next night!!! Yes, yes, I was slow to learn back then.
SOMEONE WE TRUSTED!(and yes, brother, I am talking about you).
As a child growing up in Hogansville, there was less
than nothing to do. Even if all the toys and games that exist today had
been on the shelves back then, who the hell could afford them on cotton mill salaries(of our parents)?
So we played games. Some we made up after watching whatever B MOVIE had
just played at the ROYAL THEATER last, or many times we played games
that had been handed down through the generations.
Case in point: SNIPE HUNTING!
As those of my age know, you get a gullible small child(me), give him a
burlap bag as dusk, have him get on his hands and knees at the end of a
small gulley, open the bag and wait for the other person to flush the
snipes down to you. Of course while you are kneeling there in the dark
terrified with all kinds of thoughts going through your head;
1. What if there are more than the sack will hold, with they be disappointed in me?
2. What if something OTHER than a snipe gets in the bag?
3. What if I catch more than they ever caught, will that make them mad at me?
4. It is REALLY DARK now!
5. What was that noise?
Had I had the experience of years, I would have figured out what just
happened to me by my tormentors laughing like a pack of hyenas. Instead,
when I asked what was so funny, my brother said one of the other boys
had just told a joke and this seemed not to be a good night to catch
snipes.
So they took me out the next night!!! Yes, yes, I was slow to learn back then.
THE WARREN BUFFET PLAN!
Obama was quoted as saying that he was going to speak on the (Warren) BUFFET
RULE (?), well, here's the thing, Ole Warren goes around saying that he
is paying a lower tax rate than his secretary. If you just listen to the words and don't do the math, it sounds like he is saying that he pays
LESS than his secretary, however, 15% percent of $75,000(I am just
making up her salary for a point) is $11,250, whereas, 15% of $750 million is $112.5 million. The Damn-ocrats throw
percentages out to make their sheep think that the highly motivated,
risk-taking, hard working, put-it-all-on-the-line folks(vilified as
RICH) are some how cheating. I have my own small business and constantly have people come to my booth and ask, "if I buy more, do I get a
discount?" I then ask if they are democrats, and almost to the last
person, they say yes. Take what you will on that story.
Sadly, envy
is one of the SEVEN DEADLY SINS, whether you you believe in such things
or not, and it is very easy to use such things to spread discontent
among the people.
The honest thing to do is make jobs available for
those who want to work, succeed, and have all the EXTRAS in life, while
providing a threshold for existence for those who do not.
And
lastly, yes there are dishonest, crooks, mean, evil,___________(use your
favorite word) in WALL STREET, just as many or more as there are ing
WASHINGTON.
RULE (?), well, here's the thing, Ole Warren goes around saying that he
is paying a lower tax rate than his secretary. If you just listen to the words and don't do the math, it sounds like he is saying that he pays
LESS than his secretary, however, 15% percent of $75,000(I am just
making up her salary for a point) is $11,250, whereas, 15% of $750 million is $112.5 million. The Damn-ocrats throw
percentages out to make their sheep think that the highly motivated,
risk-taking, hard working, put-it-all-on-the-line folks(vilified as
RICH) are some how cheating. I have my own small business and constantly have people come to my booth and ask, "if I buy more, do I get a
discount?" I then ask if they are democrats, and almost to the last
person, they say yes. Take what you will on that story.
Sadly, envy
is one of the SEVEN DEADLY SINS, whether you you believe in such things
or not, and it is very easy to use such things to spread discontent
among the people.
The honest thing to do is make jobs available for
those who want to work, succeed, and have all the EXTRAS in life, while
providing a threshold for existence for those who do not.
And
lastly, yes there are dishonest, crooks, mean, evil,___________(use your
favorite word) in WALL STREET, just as many or more as there are ing
WASHINGTON.
IF I LEAN.....
I don't use this word, but this is funny!
WHEN I'M 100, IF I LEAN A LITTLE, LET ME!!
The family wheeled Grandma out on the lawn, in her wheelchair, where the activities for her 100th birthday were taking place.
Grandma couldn't speak very well, but she would write notes when she needed to communicate.
After a short time out on the lawn, Grandma started leaning off to the
right, so some family members grabbed her, straightened her up, and
stuffed pillows on her right side.
A short time later, she started leaning off to her left, so again the family grabbed her and stuffed pillows on her left side.
Soon she started leaning forward, so the family members again grabbed
her, and then tied a pillowcase around her waist to hold her up.
A nephew who arrived late came up to Grandma and said ....
'Hi, Grandma, you're looking good! How are they treating you?'
Grandma took out her little notepad and slowly wrote a note to the nephew......
'Bastards won't let me fart!
WHEN I'M 100, IF I LEAN A LITTLE, LET ME!!
The family wheeled Grandma out on the lawn, in her wheelchair, where the activities for her 100th birthday were taking place.
Grandma couldn't speak very well, but she would write notes when she needed to communicate.
After a short time out on the lawn, Grandma started leaning off to the
right, so some family members grabbed her, straightened her up, and
stuffed pillows on her right side.
A short time later, she started leaning off to her left, so again the family grabbed her and stuffed pillows on her left side.
Soon she started leaning forward, so the family members again grabbed
her, and then tied a pillowcase around her waist to hold her up.
A nephew who arrived late came up to Grandma and said ....
'Hi, Grandma, you're looking good! How are they treating you?'
Grandma took out her little notepad and slowly wrote a note to the nephew......
'Bastards won't let me fart!
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