This is a real short story that takes place about 30 yrs. Back in Ft. Lauderdale Florida when Mobster Joseph Palmerino ("WHEELS" as the feds knew him ) myself , Randy Horne Bikers Chuck ,Mark , and Millionaire Frank Stranananh (His Grandparents donated Stranananh House and Stranananh High School ) in Ft Lauderdale . (Sorry for any misspelled names its Quite a few years ago . Anyway ,there was a rock and roll concert on the Beach in Hallandale just South of Ft .Lauderdale. A group of us were going down on a Trolley Tour Bus owned by some friends of Franks , We left Joeys house in Lauderdale for what turned out to be Quite a Memorbial day . I recall eating Locks ,Bagles and Cream Cheese , Drinking a Magmnum of Dom Perijon Champain and burning Some Purple Haze , while really blowing it out with some pink flake from Peru . We roll up on the Road Block headed down to the Waterfront Concert . Frank says I got this one men and steps out to speak with with Five O , sure enough they pulled back the Barricades and let us pass , right down the Board Walk Beside the Concert , the Party was On , I'll have to leave to your imagination the rest of the Story , but we did have a good time . While I'm incriminating myself I'll share a Couple Play Pen South Stories that I've never written Before . Thanks for Reading , See Ya



"WHITFIELD"


I'd rather live my life believeing there is God and die to find out their isn't . Than to live my life as if their wasn't God and die to find out there is ! WHITFIELD