When our group (Then called the Swift Movement) did our first Block Club party, the word got out to the Nomads, and Tiemeyer and Brian Mulberry came by for a few weeks to help us fine tune our little show. I'm talking about the 1970-71, so none of us had driver's licenses yet. "T" and Brian had to walk over to the 'view from over by Roosevelt High - where they lived.
One Summer night, after a long rehersal, me and the Crutcher brothers, were walking Brian and Tony to the edge of the "Dayton View Chains Of Rap Brown" territory when this dog came running out of the alley. Everybody scattered except Tiemeyer. He was prepared, and broke out a big linked chain, rapping the dog across the head with it. Just about knocked the poor hound out.
