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When shorts were short, instead of lederhosen length. Men were men and women were women and people knew the difference.
The existence of the Waist-Hip ratio did make it a lot easier back then.
Leather pants don’t make the man, yodeling makes the man.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQhqikWnQCU
It’s the Same, Only different
In 1989 I literally paid $10,000 for the xtra 10 MGS of ram for the world’s first DAW I paid over $25,000 for… and that was the discounted price for having been a beta site. (daw stands for digital audio workstation – you might have heard of ProTools these days)
I paid $2 for this poster and it paid dividends all through puberty.
All the time I spent holding up that poster with one hand…
Mud under the swings was not a problem, but an opportunity to splash around in the water while having a blast on the swing.
There is no telling how many Mickey Mantle cards I clipped to my bike with clothespins.
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I did that to my Sting Ray Bike but I used Bicycle Playing Cards.
My Mom would have killed me if I took some of her bridge cards. Stingrays we’re just getting popular as I was growing out of bikes. My 26” Western Flyer served me well for many years.
They had to cancel the gee your hair smells terrific shampoo after Brandon got elected to the senate
I remember the diving horses at the Steel Pier! Saw the Supremes perform there in the mid-60s.
OMG thank you so much……
I seen this when i was 12-13 on late night tv back when (if you had a pay station) you were a someone … and it was on … i watched this and laughed my ass off all night…. some how all these years I thought it was called boob tube… and have never been able to “re find” it … scenes are on the new style boob tube the talking dicks … lol …u- that is …. this reminds me of staying up to watch “duckman” on the pay tv stations also …
cheers
That beautiful, classic Boss 429 Mustang brought back memories. It was 1973 and I was going to school in Springfield, Missouri. I would drive past this used car lot on the way to school and on this lot sat a green Boss 429. Of course when you are young and going to school you have no money but how I lusted after that car.
Sorry, nothing good about forcing a horse to make that jump. Animal abuse. Otherwise a great set.
Wowsers… I completely forgot the little wax bottles with various flavours… You bite the top off, drink the flavour in a single gulp and then chew the wax bottle to get every bit of the flavour you could.
As I recall, there was not much flavored juice in those wax bottle, either. I also enjoyed the wax mustaches and lips at Halloween.
The Halloween selection down at Charlie Walter’s Pharmacy at the corner was wonderful. I remember the juice filled skeletons too, along with these wacky lips and mustaches. Good times.
I see times have not changed much, these days women pay big bucks to have lips like those
I’ve been playing paper football with my nephew, I fold up cash to make it interesting.
The other thing we did with paper in school — and it drove the nuns right up the wall — was spit ball fights using a paper straw.
They finally tried to enforce the rule against ‘eating’ during class — anything you could put in your mouth was food, they said — but, well, we didn’t give a damn.
THE biggest surprise we got from the nuns was when the principle – our 8th grade teacher – came down to the local pool hall and caught us there playing 8 ball and/or 9 ball. She was all of 5′ tall … but she could wind the whole bunch of us around her pinkie and drag us out of the pool hall — all the while dressing the owner of the hall up and down for having 12- and 13-year old children in his bar/pool hall.
Those … were … the … days …
How about using a Bic pen body to cut an orange peel plug and then using the inner pen to push it in, followed by another plug used to compress the air and send the first plug flying. Not quiet though.
Anyone obsessed with this as a boy?
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Anybody else catch the shift supervisor on a bicycle at the far end of the aisle in the Mustang plant?
I got $10 bucks that says that was probably a Schwinn. I wonder if it had a sissy bar behind the seat?
I’ve actually seen the diving horses at the Steel Pier. Saw the Supremes there, too. We used to go to Atlantic City on day trips when I was a kid visiting my relatives in PA every summer.
Nothing screams 1976 like Farrah riding a Logan earth ski, Bennett Trucks and Road Rider wheels.
I’m still not 100% certain. Were you supposed to eat the wax, or not
I just chewed it until all the flavor was gone.
Yeah, I put the whole thing in my mouth and chewed and chewed. Probably swallowed more wax than I should have. The wax in this was basically flavorless, but the colored ones tasted pretty good (for cancer-causing artificial flavors and colors.
How about these?
I remember a big necklace that had a giant sweettart disk hanging like a big medallion. Totally 60s. I also remember them vanishing from the shelves every now and then as one or more of the colorings were found to cause cancer in rats.
Most of those rat tests used the equivalent of 1,000 servings a day to produce the desired results.
Intellectual Pez…
There is no limit to this nostalgic awsomeness.
FJB