Roger Miller's Brother Is Awesome! 

What a great encounter!

No shit!? What a coincidence! Great footage, dude. I loved every second of this.

Great interview! Sheb Wooley, there's a blast from the past. My grandmother created the Purple People Eater doll for Sheb way back when. My grandfather was a stuntman and they used to do dinner parties together.

That meeting is so awesome. What else can I say?

That's so awesome! Thanks for sharing! Love all these interviews, Otis!

Right?!

Same charm and humor! It's really awesome seeing this...

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It closed permanently due to funding issues 😔

Sad. First Cal's Cafe, now the Roger Miller Museum. I wonder if they applied for a grant; I know there's at least one substantial annual grant given out for upkeep/maintenance of Route 66 landmarks.. @@thomaslemon3971

Well, among the best anyway-there have been so many good'ns

Nothing to do with Roger or Steve Perry, but... We were camping one time back when I was 17 or so. Camping meant going to a remote spot and sitting around a campfire drinking beer and smoking a little something and sleeping under the stars - this would have been maybe 1977 or so. One of the guys that ended up there, Steve, was on crutches, the old wooden kind. We ran out of firewood at some point and Steve decided that he'd burn his crutches to keep the fire going. A real trooper! I had driven some of us there and the next morning Steve needed a ride home. I drove him back to his parents house, along with a good friend of mine. We were dying of thirst, being dehydrated from drinking the night before and having no food or water with us. It was a hot summer day, and Steve invited us in for some lemonade. Needless to say we were ecstatic to get something cold to drink. Turned out it tasted like rotten eggs! They had well water and did nothing to filter it or anything. I guess they were used to it, but for us other two guys that was such a huge letdown. The worst drink I've ever had. I don't think we let on how bad we thought it was, we didn't want to seem unappreciative. I think we waited until we'd left and got back in the car that we talked about how horrid it was. Oh, the good old days.

Love Dean Miller!