Nothing like the original theme song! One of my favorite movies and classic theme songs, and one of the best ones used in it’s time I believe.
Nothing like the original theme song! One of my favorite movies and classic theme songs, and one of the best ones used in it’s time I believe.
I have to thank my mother for this one! I only got to know about Agent 007 when she would watch all the movies in its collection, and with my ear to good music I fell in love with this theme. I am not a huge fan of James Bond like I used to, but I try to stay up to date of what is out here.
One of my personal favorite theme songs, and also one of my favorite shows to watch as silly as it was. This might be one fact you didn’t know about me and now you know!
This is one of those theme songs you can’t mistake when you hear it. I don’t care what decade or how you was brought up, sheltered or not, you must know this song and here it is played in its entirety.
GAS! GAS! GAS! It what is yelled at the top of your lungs to other soldiers who are in the area when a deadly or dangerous cloud is seen floating in the air. You have only seconds to dawn your gas mask, clear it and to secure it tightly on your head. In case of a chemical or gas attack, you can at least protect your eyes, the exteriors of your face and your respiratory system. God forbid you have to use this in real life to save yourself and your other comrades, but the decontamination process is another important step you must know and perfect as well. Anyone that has a decent amount of training in nuclear, biological and chemical training will tell you that by the time you smell, taste or touch the contaminate it’s already too late. At that point you can only hope to escape the area as soon as possible and find proper help immediately.
Although I have never had to put this into real life situations, I think I created a situation that probably would’ve gotten anyone to evacuate. I can’t exactly remember where we were, but I do know that my wife and I were at a train station preparing to either come home or to visit my mother in law. Either way being amongst a large crowd of people trying to squeeze through double doors and down a set of stairs is not safe and enjoyable. The worse was when my wife and I had to change trains and ended up on a PATH train heading towards New York City. For whatever reason the transportation of trains was in disarray and we ended up packing like sardines on this one train. I’m not cool with large crowds to begin with, but my wife, however is not a fan and can get very anxious when embedded in such crowds of people.
When we got pushed and smashed up on the train, we were very close to certain people and obviously, if you were not on your hygiene game that day it smelled! Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that bad, but you can feel the tension of everyone being on top of each other. This was not the scene of where I think I caused a mini evacuation of a train platform or scene. At one point during our trip, one track was or train was available at the time and they had to pack as many people as they could in one stop. For some reason I’m thinking that we were all rushing towards the train platform because it might’ve been the last train that night, but can’t say for sure. If it was the last train for the night that would explain why we all were rushing and pushing for the advantage to get through the double doors and down the stairs.
In this particular situation when the call came for my wife and I, along with hundreds of other passengers, we all quickly walked towards a set of doors at the same time. We didn’t know how many of us were going on this train until we rounded a corner and saw more people coming from the other direction. Our thought upon seeing all these people heading towards the same set of doors was completely overwhelming. After the double doors were opened it was like a huge amount of water pouring from a dam after release. People began pouring and running down the stairs as quick as they could, but it didn’t help things for us that were still stuck trying to reach the door. Suddenly the flow of people going through the door slowed down and it got really bogged! I felt my wife and I beginning to separate from each other as it seemed like she was being pulled or pushed back. Obviously, I was afraid that I would lose her in the crowd, get trampled, get left behind and whatever else could go through my mind that was not favorable.
By this time I reached for her hand and held her tightly next to me. I was all but ready to get physical to make sure she was next to me and not left behind to her demise. I could feel her getting very anxious as we continued to push through crowd to reach those double doors of freedom. I don’t quite remember what she said, but she said something that definitely expressed her uneasiness with this crowd and the WANT of getting out amongst the ocean of people. I soon took care of this when I felt a rumble in my stomach, and I knew for certain it wasn’t the rumble that was calling for the Porcelain God. I might’ve whispered in her ear and told her I will take care of this crowd and clear everyone out immediately. Within a matter of a few seconds this royal rumble that was happening in my stomach, finally exited through the rear and out amongst the hostile population LOL! The killer part was that it was very silent and very long so no one knew who the culprit was. The villain. I have to say within a few seconds after that I looked behind me and saw a hole open up in the crowd like Moses parting the seas.
The hole grew bigger and bigger as we got closer to the doors of freedom. It was even funnier when people tried to avoid that pocket formed that was now contaminated with human expels. In the midst of the abyss opening up amongst the crowd, I heard one short woman yell out, “Aww! Who did that?! These motherfuckers stink!” Still to this day this was the funniest thing that I have ever heard during a situation that I caused! Soon enough the smell of such gas being released consumed the crowd and made people move even quicker through those double doors. Finally we found ourselves going through the doors of freedom and down the stairs we went. I’m not sure or don’t remember what we did after that, but years later this is still something I crack up about. Normally some people would be appalled or embarrassed about passing gas amongst strangers and friends. I admit that this was my proudest moment of human expels simply because it accomplished two things: 1 – it got the crowd moving much quicker and 2 – it made my wife not feel so anxious anymore. It was a very proud day!
Hearing this song over and over again I clearly thought it was a black woman that sung this song. You couldn’t tell me different, but all these years later I discovered the real truth!! Lol!
LARGO, MARYLAND (Teenager)
Growing up from the earliest part of your life, childhood, until you left your parents’ home, we have all heard them tell us don’t go somewhere, don’t hang out with someone or don’t do certain things. What do we do at that age, we want to go explorer and continue doing what we think is right and what we want to do, despite knowing the punishment we will face if our parent’s, especially our mother, caught us defying them. This was the same thing my mother would always tell me when we lived in a small town called Largo, which was established in the late 1970’s, risen from dense woodland. In one part of the town, there was somewhat of a clearing, where you would think they were going to build one or two houses, but the ground was never broken. So this huge clearing went from dirt and mud to growing green grass, which may have been at least five feet tall at one point and where a skinny dirt path was somehow created alongside a creek. This creek flowed through parts of the town, and whenever it rained heavy enough, the main bridge that you had to take to get into the neighborhood would be flooded. Living there long enough, and experiencing some of the weather patterns when it rained, you could easily figure out that the creek would rise above the level of the bridge and at times even nearly submerging the bridge.
Now the bridge was only maybe ten feet above the flowing creek, but the banks of the creek were not properly built to withstand rising levels. It became such a problem that those that lived on the edge of the creek, whose backyards laid adjacent to the banks, kept getting their basements or first floors flooded with dirty, muddy and sandy water. The creek really smelled over time and never turned back to the color of water and where you could see the bottom anymore. Finally, the town rebuilt the banks of the creek and no more flooding of the bridge, which had to be repaired due to the crap in the water constantly flooding. However, before all that even became a huge issue, for those reasons alone about the creek, my mother, and most parent’s, would tell their kids to stay away from the creek and not go down to that part of the neighborhood. Despite all that happened, however, the creek, which encompassed the open grassy area where the new homes were never built, some of our memories come from being in the forbidden land. We all knew that we would be crucified when one of our friends nearly drowned in the creek, and was completely drenched in that dirty creek water from the neck down. To give you the background of how that happened, think about the curiosity of a child, or young teenager, and how they try to use their mind to engineer things to accomplish something else.
Well, we didn’t engineer anything except heartache, emotional instability and the wrath from our parents who were, obviously, angry and ready to knock our heads off with anything they could find. When this happened, there were probably six to seven of us standing on one side of the creek looking over at the other side, figuring out how to get over and expand our Louis and Clark expedition like motivation. There was a massive tree that some time ago fell across the creek, and possible to use to shimmy your way across, but it was too unstable and didn’t quite fall to the ground. So although the tree was the best way for us to cross the creek onto the other side, it wasn’t low enough or we weren’t tall enough to reach it easily. Not to mention the part you could easily reach was over one part of the creek, and if you stepped in the water the bottom would give way and cause your foot to be submerged. With that out of our option of possibility, we either had to walk through the water or attempt to jump across and land in the middle of the creek on some small patch of rocks and dirt that stuck out high enough above the water level. One friend, who was crazy enough to attempt some shit like that, actually got a running start and jumped across to that rocky landing. Even though he made it across the first part of the creek, he still had an even bigger jump from the rocky landing to other shore line, which was impossible to make without going into the water.
However, when he made the first jump across, part of the rocky, dirt landing area sunk underneath his feet, which nearly made him go under. He was able to grab on to the rest of the landing and pull himself up, but we all quickly realized that jumping on that landing would not be the best way to go. So our last course of action was to walk through the water, which was raging underneath, unknown to us, but you would think we would use common sense to just turn around and go home. One friend, who was a girl and played tackle football with us, attempted to walk across by going through the water, which, of course, would require her feet to touch the bottom of the creek. She quickly found out that was not very smart as she quickly started to sink through the creek bed the further she went into the water. It got to a point where she began to panic and tried to turn around to come back, but by then she was too far into the water and her feet got stuck underneath the creek floor. Almost immediately she began to panic as she started crying and yelling out to us to help her because her feet were stuck and she was still sinking through the creek floor. At this point you could see that she started at waist high and now at neck high within a matter of minutes of being in the water. Thank God, we had one friend who knew how to swim, but his problem would be seeing her feet under the water.
See, the creek was always brown and dirty, and when he went under the water to free her feet, he had his eyes closed and used his hands to feel his way; while they were both kicking up the sandy bottom polluting the water even more. He came up numerous times to catch his breath, but had me hold the girl’s hands and arms so she would stop sinking while he attempted to free her feet blindly. Obviously, she was panicked, but while he was doing that she kept kicking up more of the sandy bottom and sending herself further underwater. I did my best to keep her calm above the water, while he worked his ass off to free her feet from the quicksand bottom. I was partially in the water up to my waist and did my best not to get myself stuck as the bottom kept sinking and sliding, which kept my feet moving. I don’t know, but maybe about several minutes later, we were able to free her from the water, although she was free from danger and out of the water, she was more disturbed that she lost her shoe. My best buddy did his best to find her shoe under the water, and shifted through the sandy bottom for it, but never found it. Of course, we all feel defeated about the effort, but soon that feeling was turned to fear as we made our way home on our bikes and on foot. I can’t remember what happened to us when we all got home, but I do believe I was grounded for at least a week.
Even after everyone served their corporal punishment within their confines of the family court, we soon slowly made our way back down to the creek, but much smarter than before and never attempted to go across it again. I do believe, however, all of us that were there that day watching our friend nearly drown in dirty creek water, were seriously affected by it. We hardly ever talked about it and moved on with our childhood lives like nothing ever happened. It was amazing how we were there for each other when shit went south very quick, but got on each other’s nerves at times through our growth. How many children or kids can say that now with our society more technical and full of computers than before when all that happened. Oh, and I think the girl that nearly drowned lost either money, keys or something of value under the creek water that she had in her jeans. Oh well, at least I know her shoe is part of the history of that creek and who knows where it is now and what condition it is in at this point several years later. God only knows.
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