My ONE expereience with watching a race on closed circuit came about quite unexepctedly. It was 1967 and I was stationed at Little Creek Naval Base in Norfolk Virginia. I had reservations on Piedmont Airlines (I did fly back in those days) to leave Norfolk Saturday morning and fly to Daytona for the race. It happened to snow in Norfolk Friday night and Saturday and the airport closed. Piedmont refunded my money. So, with a few days of "Liberty" I headed into downtown Norfolk because I heard the race would be shown on closed circuit there. I got a hotel room a block or so from the theater. I walked to the theater Saturday to make sure I could find it on Sunday.
On the way back to the hotel, I passed this little jewelry store selling 10K gold birthstone rings. As I had all that money from the refunded airline ticket, I went in and bought one for October. Beautiful ring.
Sunday I was up early, checked out of the hotel and went for breakfast. Then headed to the theater. I was about the third person in line so I got the front row seat. I don't remember the ticket price and I have long since lost that stub. I do recall, qutie vividly, that long before the race was started, the large audience was one big group of race fans, much like in the infield at the race track with which I was so familiar. I was, of course, in civilian clothes as it was not too cool then (Viet Nam era) to frequent downtown Norfolk in uniform. But we all had a great time at that race. What I do remember about the race is that I thought the camera work was awful and the images often blurry, but it didn't matter. I was able to watch the race (although The King had a less than stellar day).
Oh, and as for that ring I bought, I still have it. I tell you that because of a sort of miracle that makes that so. I always wore that ring from the day I bought it until it got too small for my finger (about 10 years ago). In 1975, several of my friends and I went to Myrtle Beach for the weekend. We spent Saturday on the beach. When we got up Sunday morning to return to Columbia, I realized by ring was missing. I was heartbroken, of course, and in spite of the guffaws of laugher from my friends when I said I was going down to the beach to find the ring, I went anyway. I went to where I thought we have been playing around, got down on my knees and started running my fingers through the sand. One of my friends came down to the beach and told me I was an idiot for sure because the tide had come in and gone back out since we where there. Nevertheless I continued to sift the sand. Unbelieveably, after about 10 minutes, I ran my hands through the sand and the ring actually caught on my ring finger as if it was trying to get back on my hand. I have never questioned, and never will, how and why that happened, but all the friends who were with me that weekend believe either I, or the ring, is possessed by evil spirits. I know I don't believe that because it was the 1967 season when The King rocked the racing world with 27 wins out of 46 races.
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What a change! It's been awhile since I've checked in and I'm quite surprised. It may take me awhile to figure it our but first look it's really great.