So, no one on either team could shoot well.
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So, no one on either team could shoot well.
Wilt said that often people would come up to him and claim they were "in the stands" that night in Madison Square Garden when he scored 100. Wilt said he would just smile and thank them for their support without mentioning the game was played in Hersey, PA
Posted in music thread some time ago. In 5th or 6th grade alll us kids went outside and sat in the grass where we watchd and listened to a blind guy sing. Froggy Went a Courtin was the big hit..
#OTD in 1923 Doc Watson was born in Deep Gap, Watauga County, NC. Blind from a childhood eye infection, he attended Gov Morehead School in Raleigh. Musically inclined early, the guitar became his primary instrument-early on he adapted fast fiddle parts with his unique style. The Folk Revival of ‘60s brought him into the light and to the world. Later his son, Merle, joined him. Doc Watson passed in 2012 but a renowned music festival, named Merlefest after his son who pre-deceased him, carries on the music. Guitar Virtuoso “Doc” Watson—A Late Bloomer
When I moved to Boone in the early ‘80s I was fortunate that one of the first people that I met was Merle Watson. It was a fluke — a friend of a friend of a friend introduced us. After that, on occasion he stopped by when I was tending at the Tijuana Fats’ in Blowing Rock, sat at my bar, and had a Dos Equis or two. Those mountains were full of music in those days and by way of that connection I heard some incredible front porch playing by the likes of Merle and friends of his like T. Michael Coleman, Gove Scrivenor, Jack Lawrence, and Joe Smothers - regulars up in the wide and high expanse of Watauga and Avery.
I went to a BBQ joint pretty often back then (the early 1980s) called ‘The Woodlands.’ Butch and Gina ran the place and the food was good and the music tended to match it. Phil Stinson on the piano singing tunes that we all knew was probably my favorite thing about the place but the Q was pretty tasty too. P.B. Scott’s music hall was nearby and among others of lesser renown I caught B.B. King and The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band there before its rude and untimely demise.
I met Doc during that time as well. I probably only had a couple of conversations with him and those only light, pre-show ones. I was kind of awe-struck really. His voice and his presence were big and intense and precise and he was generally friendly though busy and very professional. He clearly had his Way. Showtime was SHOWtime.
I’d read and heard about how small the Alamo is; so, when I visited it, I had the opposite feeling - it was larger than I expected.Lots of good stuff today. Going wiith this. Everyone I know who visited came away with "much smaller than I thought".
Alamo, 18th-century Franciscan mission in San Antonio, Texas, U.S., that was the site of a historic resistance effort by a small group of determined fighters for Texan independence (1836) from Mexico.
The building was originally the chapel of the Mission San Antonio de Valero, which had been founded between 1716 and 1718 by Franciscans. Before the end of the century, the mission had been abandoned and the buildings fell into partial ruin. After 1801 the chapel was occupied sporadically by Spanish troops. Apparently, it was during that period that the old chapel became popularly known as “the Alamo” because of the grove of cottonwood trees in which it stood.
December 1835, at the opening of the Texas Revolution (War of Texas Independence), a detachment of Texan volunteers, many of whom were recent arrivals from the United States, drove a Mexican force from San Antonio and occupied the Alamo. Some Texan leaders—including Sam Houston, who had been named commanding general of the Texas army the month before—counseled the abandonment of San Antonio as impossible to defend with the small body of troops available, but the rugged bunch of volunteers at the Alamo refused to retire from their exposed position.
On February 23, 1836, a Mexican army, variously estimated at 1,800–6,000 men and commanded by Gen. Antonio López de Santa Anna, arrived from south of the Rio Grande and immediately began a siege of the Alamo. Estimates of the size of the small defending force (including some later arrivals) usually vary between 183 and 189 men, though some historians believe that figure may have been larger. That force was commanded by Colonels James Bowie and William B. Travis and included the renowned frontiersman Davy Crockett. At the beginning of the siege, Travis dispatched “To the People of Texas & all Americans in the world” an impassioned letter requesting support. For 13 days the Alamo’s defenders held out, but on the morning of March 6 the Mexicans stormed through a breach in the outer wall of the courtyard and overwhelmed the Texan forces. Santa Anna had ordered that no prisoners be taken, and virtually all the defenders were slain (only about 15 persons, mostly women and children, were spared). The Mexicans suffered heavy casualties as well; credible reports suggest between 600 and 1,600 were killed and perhaps 300 were wounded.
For many years after 1845—the year that Texas was annexed by the United States—the Alamo was used by the U.S. Army for quartering troops and storing supplies. In 1883 the state of Texas purchased the Alamo, and in 1903 it acquired the title to the remainder of the old mission grounds. The Alamo and its adjacent buildings have been restored and are maintained as a state historic site. They are managed on a daily basis by the Daughters of the Republic of Texas (1891), a women’s organization composed of descendants of Texan pioneers. In 2015 the Alamo along with four other 18th-century Spanish missions nearby and a historic ranch to the southeast in Floresville were collectively designated a UNESCO World Heritage site.
That was a problem the defenders had and why some advocated abandoning the site. The perimeter was too big for the numbers they had. This made it easier for the Mexicans to breech the wall and overwhelm the defenders.I’d read and heard about how small the Alamo is; so, when I visited it, I had the opposite feeling - it was larger than I expected.