My parents moved to Flint, Michigan in search of better opportunities as so many did in the early 50's. The migration was heavy from the south. The people of the south were great for the expanding and booming auto manufacturing business. They were no strangers to work and their work ethic was beyond reproach.
My dad tried his hand at construction until he got hired at GM. The unfortunate part was that he couldn't be shackled to the production line. He told me that all he could think of was his team of mules who pulled the plow and shit and pissed in their work and couldn't waiver from the row they were in.
The above sounds like a country song on it's own. I grew up listening to WKMF 1470 AM in my early years. My dad patting his foot to the beat of the song is something that always had a special part in my memories.
In elementary school I discovered Elvis. Probably the mindless dribble of Elvis movies made quite an impression on me. Elvis was my idol beyond belief. Everything I could take in movies, 45s, albums, magazines...anything as long as it was Elvis.
Thumbing through my parents albums....what no Elvis???....you've got to be kidding me....all country...bummer or so I thought. In my parent's cars was always country crooning through the glories of AM radio.
My first concert was Glen Campbell. My cousin who was 8-10 yrs older than me had convinced her parents to take her to see Glen at the Whiting Auditorium. Dad and I happened to stop by their house as they were getting ready to leave for the concert and somehow to my amazement we went along.
Glen definitely wasn't the feature but definitely stole the show....he was not Elvis but would do for a hot Sunday afternoon...hey it was air conditioned.....Glen put on a good show, I was about 7-8....it sure would be great to know who he appeared with. I may have seen a great country star and not even realized it.
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