I’m so old I remember…

Things I remember:

Sitting in the back of my mom's station wagon without a seat belt. I also remember mom's 1967 Chrysler Town & Country station wagon with a 440 6-pack blowing the doors off of some kid's Mustang at a traffic light.

Tin cups as measuring cups.

The banana seat on my first bike. It was a Huffy.

My father getting a .22 bolt action rifle in the mail.

The neighbor's 1970's van with a custom paint job on the side.

Trusting the police.

Actually learning how to read, write, and compute in school.

When Washington and Lincoln had their own holidays.

Revere Ware copper bottomed pots and pans.

Actual silverware. Sterling silver and not that silver plated shit.

Men who had fought in World War One.

My dad using DDT and chlordane to kill bugs around the house.

The barrel in our back yard where we burned our trash.

Going to the butcher shop for meat, the produce shop for veggies, and the bakery for bread.

The veggies used to go in a paper bag and not a plastic bag.

Learning how to write cursive with the Palmer Method.

Plaid pants.
 
I remember going through the discount boxes of vinyl records at the Payless drugstore, with a hole punched in the corner, in search of last years hits for just $2.99

Gonga find? The Kinks - Schoolboys in Disgrace, a masterpiece theme album.
 
I remember getting either drinking glasses or kitchen towels in boxes of oatmeal.
And flatware when you filled your tank with gas. At .23 cents a gallon.
Ye I remember petrol ⛽️ in the UK 🇬🇧 under £1 a liter, also remember gallons 🤣🤣
 
I remember...

- walking home alone from elementary school every day
- Once home, knowing mom and dad were both at work, racing back out the door to find friends to play with
- Having my mom yell out the front door for me to come home for dinner
- Pretending I was just finishing my homework and asking if I could go out to play after dinner
- Putting on my football uniform on Sundays to watch the NFL with my dad
- Nana's Norwegian pancakes rolled up with melted butter and topped with syrup
 
ISOIR gigs where the band was loud onstage, not just the FOH PA system. When guitarists used 100W amps and shifted air, and nobody used in-ear headphones for monitors.

Music was better when it was loud. And fuck your hearing.
 
ISOIR gigs where the band was loud onstage, not just the FOH PA system. When guitarists used 100W amps and shifted air, and nobody used in-ear headphones for monitors.

Music was better when it was loud. And fuck your hearing.
It certainly fucked my hearing!🤣
 
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