Randy's Storms of Life album from 1986, which was a breakout recording, and it propelled him from anonymity to country superstardom. Although you are more likely to find me listening to Miles Davis, I enjoy the album and believe it belongs among the best the country genre offers.
That’s not why I own it. This is: My dad is one of the four men sitting on the store porch behind Randy in the cover photo, an artful rendering of a nostalgic country scene. Daddy borrowed a pair of bib overalls from my brother for the shoot. The picture was made at an abandoned store building at Flynn’s Lick in Jackson County, Tennessee where I ride my bike and run. The four men, all deceased now, were duly named on the liner notes, as was the dog, Mr. Bones. The decaying hull of the building stands yet, overtaken now by trees growing around its foundation.
In thanks, Randy mailed my dad a copy of the vinyl LP. He had kindly autographed the cover: “Glen, thanks for helping me make this album, Randy.” My mom framed the cover and hung it on the wall. They were proud.
I reckon Randy mailed a similar gift to the other men. When one man died, shortly after the album shoot, he sent a large wreath of flowers to the funeral. He didn’t have to do that.
This story has an O. Henry twist. I was surprised when I was reading the credits one day. The fourth song is called “Diggin’ Up Bones.” It’s about a man sifting through the memories of a failed love affair. The song was co-written by two Nashville gentlemen, one whose name I dread mentioning for the reason it always sets off a torrent of resentful discord. But that credit is a piece of the story’s truth. The songwriting credits are listed just this way: Paul Overstreet/Al Gore.
Of all the things I've lost in my life, I miss my mind the most!
1953: Large 3200, 3600, 3800 on hood side NO "Chevrolet" emblem 1952: Dropped 3100, 3600, 3800 mid year but kept "Chevrolet" entire year 1951: Small 3100, 3600, 3800 with "Chevrolet" badge below and vent window
Taken from Classic Chevy catalog "What year is it?"
Best bet is a 1951 or early 1952 since one can't see the door handle.
Then again......there are many Frankenstein's out there, not a lot of purists left now a days! So....that could be someones pieced together AD Stovebolt. It's a shame what happened to Randy Travis. Alcoholism, medical and financial issues. One of the best possessing a truly unique and most recognizable voice. Sit's up there with the Old Possum, George Jones. Denny Graham Forever a Country Boy, in Sandwich, IL