The plan, meet at Waffle House,
turn onto a dirt road and follow it until I come to all the cars and trucks. The only problem was the dirt road was about a mile long and covered with gravel,
great road unless….YOUR ON A STREET BIKE!!! After about a mile of white knuckle motorcycle riding, I came to the clearing and there were a lot of cars and trucks with mountain bike riders everywhere.
Some how Fred got past me, and into the woods, so sorry no shots of Fred riding into the sunset. After the guys hit the woods,
I packed up and hit the road.
After I left the guys at the mountain bike trails, I made what seemed like a twenty mile (it was only about a mile) ride back down the dirt and gravel road (death to a street bike) back to the asphalt road were I took a right and headed to Hwy. 15 that took me to Interstate 10. Some how I made a wrong turn and ended up in D' Iberville and eventually ended up on Pass Road until I reached the road that turns to the Edgewater Mall. I pulled into a parking lot across the street from the first apartment (to snap a few photos)
looks like the road sign is the only original thing left,
Then I had a tough decision to make, I have been chatting with a couple of long lost friends Sherry and Alison that I just recently found on the web site Facebook, I have not seen either of theses two girls (I should say ladies as I think both are over 21 now) since they were 16 or 17 years old. So I thought it would be nice to try and get a photo of their childhood houses while I was traveling down this motorcycle trip of memories. Both girls had gotten married with kids and moved away from Gulfport. Alison moved to Atlanta and Sherry moved to Birmingham; so my thinking was maybe they would get a kick out of seeing their old houses. But here is the problem, I was not sure which house to go to first…so I did the only thing I could do, that was to reach into my pocket and pull out my trusty 50 cent piece that I have been carrying around since high school and have used it to make many important decisions in my lifetime. I tossed the coin in the air and it came up tails,
Next stop was the park, this use to be a very small park now it has grown to about three times its original size…looks nice. Then off to my junior high school,
growing up we spent many days working on our cars in their parent’s back yard. It had changed a lot, looked like it was totally remodeled on the outside, some things you just don’t want to see changed. From there I decided to ride to the first house my wife and I ever owned, but on the way I passed by Saint Johns Catholic School (You know the kind of school were the Nuns beat you with rulers)
that I worked in the cable yard during the summers. Next stop was just around the corner Deviney Construction office
I work there off and on for years during and right after high school, I think every kid that had ties to the phone company worked there some part of their life…it was a must. Next stop Gulfport High School;
it looks about the same, no big changes that I could see. In case you are wondering why the photos of Mc Donald’s
well that was the big hangout. You could walk there before and after school. The photo of the little hill between the school and Mc Donald’s (seemed bigger then)
I started when I was 15 as a bus boy and after 5 short months I was promoted all the way up to dishwasher…I was the man. Next stop was my first bachelor pad it was called Raquet Club Apartments and trust me they were not luxury then.
I had efficiency apartment one room and one bathroom $225 a month. I moved out when I was 17…I had to get mom to co-sign for me because I was under age (thanks mom) that was back in the day when kids could not wait to move out, unlike today’s kids. I remember a friend of my moms sold me a ugly fold out couch with flowers all over it…but it was mine all mine I even had a lava light and something like Molly Hatchet cranked up in the background on my trusty 8 track tape player, man what a player I was. Ha-ha. True story: when I moved in, I bought a pack of baloney and a pack of hot dogs. When I moved out a YEAR later, there was one hotdog and one slice of baloney missing. Here are a couple more places I almost forgot, until I went back and looked at my photos. Rhodes Fitness Center,