When your teacher was allowed to pull your ear and smack you around if you were cutting up. The problem was you got it worse at home when your teacher told your parents, you got it even worse at home!
MikeP, I remember her, Saturday mornings. She was hot!
The Blonde Bomber of the SF Bay Area Bombers. She could probably kick the asses of all of the male "jammers". I think that's what they called the speedy little skaters in the striped helmets, the ones who could score points. You had them, "blockers" in the solid white helmets, and the ones like Joanie and Charley O'Something who wore the black helmets. They could also score if one of the "jammers" whipped them out in front of the pack.
Joanie passed away within the last several years, I remember reading
Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools, because they have to say something.
i miss
Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention .
Jimmy H....Jannis J,,and Jim M
Gas .28 a gallon
Fresh ground coffee at the cash register at the A&P
Princess Chyane ,,,Combat Zone
Paragon Park ..still see roller coaster coming around the corner.
Muts ,, all the muts that used to roam free pre leash law .
69 Road Runner
My Band
pumping gas and asking "regular or unleaded?"
checking the oil, washing the windsheild and saying thank you when the customer paid.
Adults were always addressed as "Mr. or Mrs."
Yeah, washing the windshield was SOP at the Atlantic station where I worked. Didn't mind it though because that was about the same time as when mini-skirts were the rage.
I pumped gas in Eastham at Brown's Superette when two piece bathing suits got real small. Me and the other kids had a rating system for the bathing suit clad girls. It was awesome.
Smokey14 gas was $.28 a gallon and cigs were the same.
Swimmer a.k.a. YO YO MA
Serial Mailbox Killer/Seal Fisherman
[QUOTE=Karl F;502595]Yeah Ed.. on your list.. this ones for you:
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I miss my big block 69 Mustang, mach 1 package with 428 CJ and C-6 auto on the floor. Talk about rubba, pick a gear. I used to scare the hack out of my passengers. from 30mph, drop it in to second, smash the peddle to the boards and get her sideways. My only regret in life is sellin that car.
used go drag racing around...
chasing each other....
my dad had this hot maroon 69 mustang..... that he let me drive sometimes
so one day i am getting gas, then i screech outta the filling station
laying down a bunch of rubber with dale's headlights right on my bumper
or so i thought anyways... i go to make a quick left to loose him
and the blues come on....it's not dale at all but a town cop busting me
for wreckless driving ,speeding and all that crap right...
so i am sitting there thinkin i'm in a world of shet... and good ole dale
shows up and reads this cop the riot act... turns out, it's his next door
neighbor who's been banging the farmers daughter and if i get busted
then he's gonna tell the farmer this guy here is the guy banging your daughter. Apparently this farmer was bigger than a building and twice as strong as hulk hogan....so the cop turns red ...hands me back my papers and leaves...i was so friggan astonished....and pleased....
it was pure joy. that was one wild ride...
funny thing later my Dad got a letter in the mail stating that his wonderful mustang was in fact a stolen vehicle...even though my dad bought it from a lot in boston... so he had to give it up...
what a bummer... i miss that car...
Being the 4th is coming, i miss all the fireworks you could buy legally in Conn. M80s, cherry bombs, bottle rockets, roman candles and whatever.
Can't even find those little cap bombs anymore. Shaped like a 3 inch finned bomb, you'd load a cap gun cap under a firing pin, throw it in the air and it would go off when it hit the street.
Remember Lawn darts!!! Wow, now there's some fun. Throw one as high as you can and run like hell.
I remember those cap bombs. used to get em at the Army Navy store in Orleans but they were always out of caps.
red rover red rover
i remember when
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