Simpler times

[girlsmiley]

I'm sitting here with my mug of cappuccino. Thinking back to a time when I was young and carefree. Just enjoying my life. Not a care in the world.

We sailed and swam and listened to The Cranberries No Need To Argue album. We ate out of tins and packets. A few guys gave me chocolate bars. I loved hitching a ride even though I had a car. I'd be on the water all day. I'd eat, play my guitar, drink a few beers and do the same thing the next day. For months lol. Chasing the sun.

Do you remember a simple time in your life?

 

[Buttterscotch]

College. Simple apartment and simple bills. Stayed out and never got tired. Calling off work was never a huge issue if you had to and that simple job was enough to cover everything and put some money in your pocket. Friends were always ready for an adventure at a moment's notice.

 

[rockcasbah]

Before Perg died….

( ha)

 

[ericalauren]

My life has never been simple, alas.

 

[girlsmiley]

College. Simple apartment and simple bills. Stayed out and never got tired. Calling off work was never a huge issue if you had to and that simple job was enough to cover everything and put some money in your pocket. Friends were always ready for an adventure at a moment's notice.

Never tired. Can relate.

I remember going to a 12-hour concert, then driving 4 hours north right after, going grocery shopping, drove another 2 hours before meeting friends at the beach. Zero drugs or alcohol involved, just pure energy lol

 

[girlsmiley]

Before Perg died….

( ha)

You're a shit.

My life has never been simple, alas.

Never?

 

[Brains_N_Boobs]

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One of these pulled into town back in late September of ’62 – same dark cherry color – with every Buck Rogers inspired bell and whistle this one has, maybe a couple more.

Even though space-aged Imperials had been a common sight on the burgeoning highways ribboning across America for five years, not that many ever made it to Fort Stockton. It was an occurrence, indeed when one showed up.

Jacob Jansky pulled into the parking lot of the Cattle Barron Hotel and left the Imperial running with his executive assistant, Miss Kemper firmly positioned in the passenger seat. He checked in, said he’d be staying a week, and insisted on two rooms. Adjoining. Miss Kempler was a woman with obvious gifts and talents, although dictation and filing were not the first two that came to mind.

Jansky, with Miss Kempler in tow, wasted no time in meeting with the town’s movers and shakers, starting with Mayor Goodman. “I’m with Paralax Defense Contractors. We’ve recently contracted with the government to build a buried cluster of medium range ballistic missile silos in the remote southwestern US. The project will mean jobs for the community and a windfall for the local government, especially those at the top.

It was then when Mayor Goodman glanced over at Miss Kempler who seemed to have unbuttoned the top button or two of her blouse. He swore she winked at him, but it may have been something in her eye. It was a windy day, after all.

The next day the Imperial picked up the mayor beside the Rusty Hammer Hardware Store and headed north of town scouting sites. The mayor sat behind Jansky in the backseat, gazing into the front of the cabin and all the wonders it contained. The angles and curves. The finest of details. And that was only Miss Kemper.

Ahead of her, the dashboard was unlike anything the mayor had ever seen. It made the instrument panel of his ’56 Ford seem like a model T. He looked at the pods of buttons jetting outward from either side of the massive squared-off steering wheel and imagined that pushing the right combination would eventually launch the contents of those silos while the bottom mounted binnacle headlights would rotate to track their progress through the sky. By the time the big burgundy boat pulled up to the gates of the old Miller place, the mayor was beginning to fancy himself the local Barron overseeing an important mission of the Imperial army.

Next day the mayor was working on other council members on tax abatements and eminent domain issues while Miss Kempler was finding new and exotic ways to thank him for his efforts. Her gratitude seemed to know no bounds.

Jansky and Kempler extended their stay another week. Mayor Goodman couldn’t keep his mind on zoning and permits. Instead he pondered propulsion rates and the possibility of having a red phone installed on his desk in city hall that would be a direct line to the White House. And Miss Kempler.

By mid-October the Imperial was no longer parked in front of the Cattle Barron Hotel. Jansky had checked out, paying cash and leaving no forwarding address. Mayor Goodman called the number on the business card for Paralax Defense Contractors and the phone was answered by a dry cleaners in Miami.

The mayor went over to the Lucky Lady Lounge and ordered a Black Russian without really even thinking. Then another. And another. The bartender turned up the black and white portable Motorola TV behind the bar when JFK suddenly appeared. He was speaking from behind his desk. Something about missiles in Cuba.

It was a tense two weeks that followed. The Piggly Wiggly sold out of canned goods, medical supplies, and beer. But even decades later, Mayor Goodman had a soft spot for ’62 Imperials. And blond executive assistants.

 

[rockcasbah]

“Simpler times” for me scoots to the years before the internet… before mobile phones, even moreso.

People have to process more info now and are bigger slaves to the clock.

I think that’s where all the social anger’s coming from.

 

[girlsmiley]

“Simpler times” for me scoots to the years before the internet… before mobile phones, even moreso.

People have to process more info now and are bigger slaves to the clock.

I think that’s where all the social anger’s coming from.

People used to take time doing things. Walking to the video store. If you wanted to talk to your friends you'd have to find out where they were and go and see them. Definitely more adventurous than sending a message.

 

[silver gurl]

I am glad I didn’t grow up with the internet and social media. Life was fun as a youngster and a teen.

 

[FGB]

Long Lazy summers even when I had a Job I slept so very little...

Partying with friends, making new ones.

Getting High and Drunk and having long hours of hot sweaty sex with crazy Hippy Chicks just because you could :caning:

 

[Champakian]

I'm sitting here with my mug of cappuccino. Thinking back to a time when I was young and carefree. Just enjoying my life. Not a care in the world.

We sailed and swam and listened to The Cranberries No Need To Argue album. We ate out of tins and packets. A few guys gave me chocolate bars. I loved hitching a ride even though I had a car. I'd be on the water all day. I'd eat, play my guitar, drink a few beers and do the same thing the next day. For months lol. Chasing the sun.

Do you remember a simple time in your life?

I dunno. I cut my teeth on Vietnam war protests; drug there by older cousins.

I guess you could say that I grew up in complex times.

 

[juttjaw]

If anything, my care free days are just beginning. Yes, i need to work. Yes, i have bills and family (kids). For once in my life, things are slowing down. Money isnt an issue, my chickens have all come home to roost, there is a clear and pleasent future already starting to play out. Ive been sober for almost 4 years and its good. Life has always afforded me good times, even when things were rough. I have no longing for my past self, only excitment of my future.

Shit, now I'll probably get killed by a heard of stampeding elk or something dumb.

 

[Buttterscotch]

Never tired. Can relate.

I remember going to a 12-hour concert, then driving 4 hours north right after, going grocery shopping, drove another 2 hours before meeting friends at the beach. Zero drugs or alcohol involved, just pure energy lol

Oh yes. In college if I could get an hour or two of sleep I was good.

 

[rockcasbah]

I dunno. I cut my teeth on Vietnam war protests; drug there by older cousins.

I guess you could say that I grew up in complex times.

Anytime I see Vietnam in a post here, I read it as Vetteman.

And get a craving for corn. ( ha)

 

[Adre]

Drive-ins. Handjobs. Cold beers. Late night diner cheeseburgers. Yeah, simpler times.

 

[KeithD]

My simpler time is now.

 

[Lady2020]

I'm sitting here with my mug of cappuccino. Thinking back to a time when I was young and carefree. Just enjoying my life. Not a care in the world.

We sailed and swam and listened to The Cranberries No Need To Argue album. We ate out of tins and packets. A few guys gave me chocolate bars. I loved hitching a ride even though I had a car. I'd be on the water all day. I'd eat, play my guitar, drink a few beers and do the same thing the next day. For months lol. Chasing the sun.

Do you remember a simple time in your life?

Yes. I had some hitchiking days, too. Now I look back at that and think wtf was I thinking.

 

[thør]

It was so easy

 

[Noor]

It was so easy

Exactly what I started humming when I read the thread title.

Actually the time that song came out was not exactly simpler times, but a lot of fun.

As far as Lit, the first few years were nice and simple. I had three cyber guys I was pretty happy one, the black cloud had not descended on my favorite one. There were lots of fun people to chat, flirt and pleasantly argue with.
In RL, I was working a job that was usually pretty fun and I loved. I was still in remission. I went almost every night to hear music, see my friends and love ones, and traveled to lots of Al Stewart concerts. No one was dying or dead. Had a pretty nice place to live in too.

 

[thør]

Exactly what I started humming when I read the thread title.

Actually the time that song came out was not exactly simpler times, but a lot of fun.

As far as Lit, the first few years were nice and simple. I had three cyber guys I was pretty happy one, the black cloud had not descended on my favorite one. There were lots of fun people to chat, flirt and pleasantly argue with.
In RL, I was working a job that was usually pretty fun and I loved. I was still in remission. I went almost every night to hear music, see my friends and love ones, and traveled to lots of Al Stewart concerts. No one was dying or dead. Had a pretty nice place to live in too.

And for me, then came responsibilities.....

 

[Noor]

And for me, then came responsibilities.....

I have had responsibilities most of my life, but back then they were more manageable in a way.

 

[thør]

I have had responsibilities most of my life, but back then they were more manageable in a way.

Well, yeah.....understood.

 

[jaF0]

Oh yes. In college if I could get an hour or two of sleep I was good.

When you get old, that's about all you'll get.

 

[Tigersman]

Simpler times for me was when the kids n my neighborhood put together either a baseball or football game. When it would snow we would build a snowman and a fort. We could walk our streets or ride our bikes without worrying about drive-by shootings. We could also go to bed without worrying about a bullet coming through the wall. We could go to school without worrying about some student was going to shoot up our school, killing fellow students.