Fishing . . . Hunting . . . Camping . . . Photography . . . Enhancement & Restoration of Old Photos . . . Cooking . . . Public Nudity . . . Skinny Dippin' . . . Light Bondage . . . Eatin', Drinkin' & Makin' Mary - except when her Husband is in town - then I jump for Joy . . . Playing Pool . . . Drinking . . . Caring for my Elderly Dog, Bill, who has a Photo Album of his own on My Space . . . Talkin' with my Friend/Pet, Ed, a 35-year-old Pinto Bean from Las Cruces, New Mexico . . .
Music
Old Country, R&B, Doo Wop, Jazz, Old Pop, Old Rock 'N Roll . . . Old Folk . . . Johnny Cash . . . John Cougar . . . Springsteen . . . Western . . . Anything and Everything but Rap & Hip-Hop - I find it boring, not the Talent but the Song Selections.
Eagles . . . Lucinda Williams . . . CCR . . . John Prine . . . The Fuggs . . . Ted Nugent . . . Hank Snow . . . Stevie Ray Vaughn . . . Buddy Holly . . . Junior Brown . . . Chuck Berry . . . Little Richard . . .
I only know 2 Elton John songs what ever stirred me - Benny
and the Jets & Rocketman . . . Only ONE Stones Tune, "You Get What You Need", makes the cut for me.
I don't give a Hoot 'bout Aerosmith, nor AC/DC neither. Them young 50-year-old greenhorns can call it Classic Rock if they wish but "we" all know Rock 'n Roll when we hear it - and that ain't it.
Rock 'n Roll is: Jerry Lee Lewis . . . ZZ Top . . . CCR . . . Early Beatles . . . Carl Perkins . . . The Great Rock-a-Billy Stars from the 1950s! ALL of 'Em ! ! !
Movies
Same thing most Men like: T&A & Violence . . .
K-Pax . . . Raiders of the Lost Ark . . . Little Big Man . . . Hero . . . Quigley Down Under . . . Way Out West, Starring Stan Laurel & Oliver Hardy . . . Roger Rabbit . . . The Hunted (Tommy Lee Jones) . . .
Television
24 . . . Law & Order . . . CSI . . . Angel . . . Charmed . . . Antique Roadshow . . . Jeopardy . . . The Simpsons . . . Northern Exposure . . . and, of course, Wheel Of Fortune - I Love to watch Vanna White's Vowel Movements !
I was perhaps the finest Harmonica Player alive at one time but I kept on smoking and have lost my wind, therefore, my exceptional ability. I have performed with Stevie Wonder and tutored Stevie Ray Vaughn.
I have been a Photographic Model and a Pencil-Sketch Model, the Latter for College Students in Globe, Arizona and the Former for Professional Photogs who must have liked my "Look".
I have photographed many subjects for many years, since the early 1960s. I used to do Darkroom work also. Now I merely use a Digital Camera and the Computer for Enhancement.
I hae been Published only twice.
Kingnormie's Companies
Arizona Highway Dept. Gillette, Arizona US Sr. Thought Engineer Research & Developement
May, 1969 ~ January, 1999
Bill's Saloon Rural, Arizoma US Roommate I get the bed.
January, 1999 ~ Present
Claudia's Drug Store Young, Arizona US Buyer Testing
3/19/1977
Miss Ellie's Escort Service Miami, Arizona US Gigolo/Collector Male Services
My Tale - Norm Johnson, Philosopher, War Lord and Arrogant SOB: I was born in a tin shack in a swamp on the banks of the Kishwaukee River in Northern Illinois, the Product of an Ejaculate Conception. I had a full beard [tickled my Mother half to death!]and another 'condition" what, I later learned, had to do with me bein' a "Johnson".
That would have been some time after WWII, I don't exactly remember when. After about 12 years, the folks had myself and three other kids and couldn't catch enough muskrats and beavers to feed us all so, being the oldest male, I was forced out of the nest.
I hopped a freight, it was when John Kennedy was running fer President, and found myself in Green Bay, Wisconsin where I found work as a swamper on an ocean-going cargo ship.
We shipped out right away and soon I found myself in Brisbane, Australia, where I contemplated my next move a tad too long . . . . the ship sailed off without me!
I slept in alleys for only a week before I found work in a little pub, cleaning up after closing time. Finally! A Roof over my sorry head! I was paid a dollar a day with room and board so I was happy!
I fell in lust with a young barmaid which, of course, got her Pa after me. He meant to kill me so I lit out and hid on the docks until I found more swamper work and soon shipped out to Los Angeles, USA.
That town was way too big for a poor country boy so I thumbed a ride East and reached Phoenix, in Arizona, a Desert town, not yet too big.
From Phoenix I called back home and the Sheriff told me that my folks had lit out for Arizona a few months after I had left, figgerin' that, if there weren't no muskrat, there might be some stray cats in a city. They were already in Phoenix!
I soon rejoined my Family. Pa had found real work and they had bought a house on the edge of a cotton field West of town. I finished my schoolin' finally, after a year on the high seas, and took to bein' a Desert Rat.
After my schoolin' were all done, I hired on with the Arizona Highway Department. I stayed on that job, travelin' all over the Great Southwest, for 30 years, retired 9 years ago and moved to Southeast Arizona and been here ever since, in my little cotton farmin' town on the Banks of the Gila River.
