I am so old, I remember when cars had running boards. You could return soda bottles for a penny return then use the penny to buy penny candy.
I remember my mom buying Tab in glass bottles.
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I am so old, I remember when cars had running boards. You could return soda bottles for a penny return then use the penny to buy penny candy.
Naaaah, you're still young:I'm so old I used to put a quarter in my back pocket, ride my bike to the store and buy a full size Snickers bar with it!
Naaaah, you're still young:
I'm so old I can remember when Milky Ways were 5 cents, and cokes were, too: in woman-shaped bottles.
I'm not old enough to remember that, but I can remember when gas hit $1 a gallon, and everyone reacted like it was the apocalypse.
We went to Eckerd's to get them tested.
Yeah, I can remember when women put on hats and white gloves and went downtown to shop.I am so old (84 or in my 85th year) that I remember:
1. When you could walk down the street without the fear of being sucker punched.
2. When you could ride public transportation without the fear of being robbed -- or killed.
3. When bad people did NOT dare enter the nice parts of town.
4. When San Francisco (and Baltimore and Minneapolis and Chicago and ...) were peaceful and orderly cities.
Moses asked me if he could borrow my hammer.
Then I treaded water for forty days.
Oh, yea.Or Noah?
I remember kids showing off their pocket knives in school and no one thought anything of it.
Since the age of ten or so, perhaps even a bit younger, I have rarely left home without at least one pocketknife on me. I've always considered a knife of some sort or another to be perhaps the singular most useful and important tool to have with me at all times, and rarely does a day pass where I do not have several occasions to need to use a knife for something. In my elementary school days, I think it was pretty much something that every boy had, and was expected to have.
By the time I was in high school, the world was changing, such that it was considered wrong considered illegal, for a student to possess anything on school grounds that could be considered a weapon, including any kind of knife. Still I always had at least a pocket knife, and often also a stencil knife (a tool I needed for some of the classes I took) and everyone knew I had them. It was not uncommon for someone, a teacher or a fellow student, else to ask me to cut something or perform some task that required a knife, because everyone knew that I had at least one.
Now, we get stories of students being punished for eating a Pop Tart into a gun-like shape, or drawing a picture of a gun. I've even heard of a case of a deaf student, whose sign-language form of his name involved a hand position that resembles the “gun gesture, and he was punished for that; and forbidden from expressing his own name in sign language.
Our pussified society is developing a irrational fear and revulsion of anything that can be connected with the concept of a weapon, and at the same time, we are producing larger parts of our population that fail to develop into human beings, and instead develop into subhuman criminal filth.