Sunday, June 28, 2015

We Are Through!!!

I loved him with all my heart.  I knew that one day I would marry him, and so I began to sign my name Bobbie Jo Lindsay.  His face was everywhere on my wall and ceiling and I was faithful.  

With the Grassroots guy.  He was so nice, and I don't even know his name.

I never missed a night of kissing his lips before going to bed.  He was always smiling, so I was sure he felt the same way about me.

With the guy from Grassroots

I will never forget the day my uncle brought me home from his house (I had spent the night with my cousin) too late to see Happening '68.  It was just over (2:00 PM) and all that was left was Paul Revere and The Raiders waving  bye as they sang their last song that Saturday afternoon.  I cried for the rest of the day!

I was thirteen.

But I grew up and we grew apart, Mark Lindsay and me.  He went his way and I went mine.  I named my daughter after him, remembering the love we once had and wishing to have a remembrance with me forever and always.  (okay, I may be exaggerating a bit)


My dream came true was shattered on Thursday night at the Hampton Inn (our hotel) after The Happy Together concert in Jim Thorpe, PA. where I had a front row seat to the awesome, wonderful, fun concert!

After the show we were in the lobby talking to some other people that we had met, and getting pictures with the Grassroots guys (Nice fellas!), when who should walk in!!!    Mark Lindsay!!!

One picture is all I wanted.  And maybe...  just maybe I could tell him how when I was thirteen years old I spent every single dime of my dollar-a-week allowance on his albums, his records, and Tiger Beat Magazines in search of new 8X10 glossies to tape onto my wall.  It was my moment.

He saw me standing there.  It was obvious I was excited to see him in person!

 First he rolled his eyes.

Then he tried to walk away.

I don't know if he heard my husband say that he would break his legs if he didn't stop long enough to get a picture with me, but he did stand beside me and force a half a smile, not saying a word and disappearing quickly before we could engage him in any conversation at all.

 He was rude.

Someone I met at the concert said that at the Meet-And-Greets he charges for his autograph.


He's a good entertainer and a great showman.  But I am erasing my faux name 'Mrs. Bobbie Jo Lindsay' from every album that I signed from back-in-the-day.

In the words of Mr. Wonderful on Shark Tank "He's dead to me."

Mr. Mark Lindsay, we are through!

Me and Mark Lindsey.  I should have charged him!  LOL


  1. Sorry he didn't live up to his image. Was the Lindsay guy on the bottom pic? Or did you not get a pic at all? To roll his eyes? Oh my what a loser.

  2. I don't even think I know who he was, LOL. Glad after all these years you were finally able to be through with him.


  3. You ought to send him a copy of this post, let him know what a knob he was.

  4. "sooner or later." Reality is never as good as the fantasy. Sounds like Mr. Lindsey is a little too big for his britches. You're right you should have charged him. Let's hear it for those guys from the Grassroots. Good guys for sure.

  5. I couldn't wait to finally see Bobbi with her "heart throb" how dissapointing!

  6. That's terrible!! People are so ridiculous!! Hmm.. Wander where no fans would have gotten him? Bc he made his money from people like you! A celebrity has a fan base.. Without one EQUALS no $$$ No one to buy CDs nobody to pay to see him in Concert... I had never even heard of him before you mentioned his name! I guess I wasn't missing much! That is a heartbreaker though... I'm Sorry For his TRUE colors to shine! but it's better you find out now than never! but to finally see him in person and him be that way... Happy Together what a nice concert name! Yeah well Mark Lindsay shouldn't be associated with a happy anything .. I hope he sees this and Rolls his eyes!!!

  7. Grammy...
    - this is Jake!
    Nobody treats my Grammy like that!!
    PopPop should've broke his legs then he couldn't have walked away! If Jasper(our hot tempered 2 yr old) was there he'd of made sure if you wanted to talk to him he wouldn't have went anywhere lol
    I love you sooo... Much!!

  8. How rude! And he always was too big for his britches as one other person commented. I remember how tight his pants were. I liked them okay, but couldn't tell you now what they sang!


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