by Bob Allen
Are you ready for another change-up of time to the June 12, 1975 (41 years ago) “Roving Around” column in The Wake Weekly? Well, ready or not, that memorable column follows.
Just about everyone is singing praises of the three-day shopping spree last weekend climaxed by Saturday sidewalk sales.
Had planned to get some roving candid pictures of the event Saturday, but first, Peg (my wife) had some other ideas for me in the form of work.
The bathroom tub got stopped up and, being a procrastinator of things that are not urgent, I had put off the dreaded job repairing it. The drain pipe under the house has the most stubborn nut to get off I’ve run into. And this time proved no easier than before.
I was on the way to the shop at about 10 a.m. to get some more wrenches — monkey, pipe and any other that might help get that (expletive) nut off.
I decided to drive through town just to see how the shopping was going. I first noticed cars parked way down the hill by Edwards Pharmacy. And the parking lot next to B & S looked filled.
Turned onto White St., and got the surprise I had hoped for — the crowds around the front and inside the stores were almost too good to believe.
I never made it to the shop (office). Instead turned at the post office and headed back home. “Hey, Peg,” I called. “You better get ready to go downtown, I gotta get some pictures now while the crowds are good.”
I showered, shampooed and shaved (around the beard that is), bailed out the tub with a plastic bucket, and we were off. Oh, yes, the bathroom sink just began to stop up, too, but I didn’t take the time to bail it out.
The tub is more important. The water (if left standing) gets mighty cold on the feet of the next person using it.
It was real fun with all those crowds in and around the stores — like the day before Christmas. Saw one man carrying several shoe boxes and captured his image, “Where are you from?” I asked. “Raleigh,” he replied. “How did you know about the sale?” I questioned. “From a friend,” he answered. Oh well, I thought, his friend probably saw it in The Wake Weekly.
Another person — a woman in Pope’s — was waiting in one of two long check-out lines and excitedly showed me the shoes she had just bought for 25c.
I think it’s a good bet there will be more sales like this in Wake Forest. Maybe the next time in August with an end of summer sale. We’ll let you know of course, so don’t miss reading The Wake Weekly.
There’s one picture I missed — Hallie Privette, part-time sales clerk modeling in front of B & S in a bikini bathing suit. Now wait a minute before you get too upset with me — nobody else could have gotten the picture, either. She told me she had spoken to the management about modeling one displayed on a mannequin, because the afternoon sun was getting mighty warm out there on the sidewalk. But she didn’t.
Congratulations Tommy Bolus! He was the real spearhead behind the sale and spent a lot of time getting it going. During the heart of the sale and doing a landslide business — twice I visited Tommy and he never showed any signs of being tired. In fact, he had a smile that wouldn’t turn off. That’s youth for you!
Helpful neighbor James to the rescue
Rushed out to a luncheon engagement with the Northeast Wake Heart Association. and then did some more shopping. I never did get around to fixing that drain — seemed like there was always something else to take precedence.
That is until we were about to go to the office Sunday night and Peg lowered the boom on me, “You have to fix that drain tonight,” she said rather emphatically — like she would have no more excuses.
“OK, OK, don’t throw anything,” I told her. “I’m going to get the wrenches now.”
Returning with the wrenches of all sizes, I noticed my neighbor James Bartholomew walking toward our house. “You picked just the right time to come over,” I said while grabbing the tools and I think he got the picture. “Do you need my services?” he asked very casually. “We surely do,” I told him. He has proven to have a lot of muscle on this project before.
We decided to take out the two sections of pipe as a unit and forget about the stubborn drain plug. It worked — the pipe came out rather easily. A few sharp licks of the pipe against a board on the ground and a garden hose to force out any obstruction in the pipe — did the trick. Two bottle lids besides a lot of trash came out.
It surely is nice to take a shower without bailing out the water when you’re through.
But that sink — pulling and cleaning the gooseneck didn’t help it much. I now have even more sympathy for plumbers.
Tomato plant problems
I’m embarrassed! That trick of planting tomato plants with pieces of plastic pipe to the roots I wrote about last week has given me some trouble. I tried it myself last Wednesday night.
I’ve already lost two or three plants and the others are looking rather sickly. I think I put the fertilizer in too thick in the hole. I’ve been watering the plants every night in hopes of saving by diluting the concentration of the fertilizer.
John Denver expressed my sentiments in his latest hit, Thank God, I’m a Country Boy. I only wish I were a farmer, too.