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I had that exact radio.
It was the one for the beach.
I enjoy a current version (SONY) that cost ~20 bucks. Comes in “handy”.
Cheryl Tiegs, Jaclyn Smith, and Marilyn, Oh, My.
Girl next door Beauties.
Come on, man. Donny Osmond had 3 hits in the top 20 in ’71?
Joy To The World, OK.
Better:
“Watch your whiskey in your water, sugar in yo tea. What’s all these crazy questions, you’re askin’ me?”
“The radio is blasting; someone’s knocking at the door. I’m looking at my girlfriend, she’s passed out on the floor.”
Many good memories in today’s edition. Again.
I’ve seen Chuck Negron a couple of times with the “Happy Together” tour at the OC Fair. He sits with an oxygen cannula when not performing put when it’s his turn to go he still kicks ass. Pretty good for a near 80 year old. I should be so lucky.
Never realized until now that “Mama Told Me (Not to Come)” was originally written for and recorded by Eric Burdon.
I wish I could get my hands on a greatest hit CD by him and the Animals. I like them a lot even now.
https://archive.org/details/the-best-of-the-animals-vinyl-rip
Me neither, Buck. Interesting trivia discovery, right there.
1970 Freshman in college, Thursday night before labor day and the school had a concert with 3-Dog Night. 9,000 students in a gym that held 7,500 for BB, no A/C, hotter than hades and when they sang “open up the windows let some air into this room” the crowd lost it with enthusiasm. First concert I had ever been to and I knew college was going to be a blast. 9 months later I had accumulated a 1.68 gpa and they invited me to not come back, but I had a hell of a good time.
“Shit. Seven years of college down the drain”.
But Bluto ended up with the hot girl and a nice gig in DC.
As we live in Beaufort, SC, “Joy To The World” has extra meaning to us.
Hint – think the most iconic yuppie movie of the early to mid-80s.
Hoyt Axton wrote “Joy”, not Randy.
The Grateful Dead in the Disco clothes; chortles.
Everything, with the exception of LED lighting and sporting optics, was better a half century ago, ladies and germs. EVERYTHING.
(Holy shit! A half century? Auntie is getting older than dirt. What about the rest of you curmudgeons? )
Auntie pities the kids and their being terrorized by parents, schools, the media, the Government, and the Evil Fuckers…horrible. Just horrible and criminal.
For the ladies of TBP
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And the gents..
She loved showing her nipples….and I always like seeing them.
indeed.
bofe.
You crack me up, even if it’s unintentional.
Over the hill? What hill!? I don’t remember seein’ no hill!
My seventy odd year old buddy says “I’m not over the hill yet but from where I’m at on the hill I have a pretty good view of things”.
N50-15s, anybody?
G70-15s …
I had those on my Harley 45 trike in the 80’s
If only we could turn back the clock and have another chance to get things right.
Great stuff, just missing this epic Raquel Welch poster.
See The Good Old Days post from 2 weeks ago for Rachel
Okay, I missed that one… I love it!
From the movie, “One Million Years B.C.” I still remember the cave people’s words for “kill” which was Ma-kon, Sa-ren was a pterodactyl. lol.
1971 Viet Cong draft card. Saved it for a long time. Don’t know what became of it. Memory although a horrible one for many. Life goes on. Do “we” ever learn from our mistakes?
At least you didn’t get the letter calling you in.
After seeing what a tour did to a cousin drafted in the Army in ’65, “hired in” as a tunnel rat, FUBARed mentally returning to become a pyromaniac and disowned by his immediate family, I took my number 121 , drafting up to 69 ( of all numbers) and carried on. Had the number been in range I would have joined the Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard if possible with no deferment, no bone spurs in the feet, cysts on the rear end etc. and had no plans of vacating to Canada. What a waste governments create.
Where was the 4th pic taken?
Coney Island 1941
The famous Parachute Jump.
I recognize the sixth photo – it’s The Rotor at Riverview in Chicago. Taught us the fundamentals of centrifugal force.
I remember it because I threw up in a green garbage can near the exit.
Ah….them wuz the days.
Looks like something was missing in the good old days…obesity.
Fat People are taking over the world.
They certainly are. Blue hair dye too!
Spreading out and everywhere else as it were.
I’m still of opinion high fructose corn syrup is at least partially responsible. That and desk sitting, he, he. I still enjoy a cold beer on a moderate basis. All I buy though is Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. The corn thing has totally ruined US domestic beers. And for many years now. Use to not be that way.
The Shocking Ingredients In Beer
HFCS is certainly responsible for the massive uptick in diabetes. But its ok since bigPharma is making serious $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.
Big AG, too
We all gonna die. Not fearing death , I do however “concern” myself more about diabetes than cancer. I don’t care for needles. I guess one disease could lead to the other. “They” really do seem hell bent on killing US.
Our food has been poisoned
Too many sedentary jobs these days. People sitting behind desks all day in cubicles. Not much chance to burn off all those calories. Plus, as someone below mentioned, all that high fructose corn syrup.
ah yes, WHat Is ThE common denominator here?
Lol. My eyes were playing tricks on me, but I finally got it.
Cell phones ruined socializing, didn’t they.
When schools sent home notes like the one above, there were no school shootings, there was strict discipline in the classroom and teachers had the full blessing of parents to bust your butt (with another one coming when Dad got home). Parents were deeply involved in the school because schools were located in your neighborhood and most of the students looked a lot like you.
Desegregation and diversity sure did bring about a lot of change.
Vibrancy!
As my former wife used to say: Change is inevitable, growth is optional …
How right she was …
“We” in Junior High athletics got licks from the coaches for “conduct grades” in classes on the six week report cards. I would get a B every now and then, one lick. I was somewhat studious then and playing football was important to me. Some guys would get D’s for conduct and not just one class. D’s got three licks. I thought the coaches would kill some guys. An F, no one could possibly get an F and still be in attendance in the school.
Can’t recall how that worked in high school. Licks were given for various things but I don’t recall the conduct grades. Guess by HS “we” were supposed to have “graduated” beyond being called out for conduct in class. Fighting would get you some licks.
We had a few teachers who still gave licks in HS and a principal who had perfected the technique to an art form. NOBODY wanted the principal or his brother to swat you. When they were in HS, they were the baddest guys in the county and both could still lift a bale of cotton.
I got called to the office one Monday morning because I had given his daughter a few hickeys on Saturday night. I just knew he was going to tear me up, but instead, I got a 30 min lecture on how I should treat women. Gotta love small town living.
I recall the paddles with holes drilled in them.
On the licks from Jr. High coaches, there would be a “meeting” at the beginning of athletics class in our stadium stands after report cards came out. I never remember any being called off because of rain or weather. It never rained on those days. And when temps were in 20’s that just added to the sting of those paddles.
We reported in our gym shorts with only a jock strap underneath. Some guys that were going to get busted big time tried to stuff underwear, t shirts, anything they could think of under the gym shorts to try and cushion the paddle a bit. Coaches found great humor in this as they made the guys remove all padding.
The holes to make little marks and you could hear the whistle as the coach swung it.
Had a coach when I was in the seventh grade who didn’t use a paddle. He’d just slap you off your feet hard enough to make your head spin if he got mad at you for something. Nowadays, he’d be in jail for assault and battery and child abuse. Which, come to think of it, is what should have happened to him back then but didn’t. It just seemed “normal.”
Fast forward 40 years in the future and JUST IMAGINE the “Good Old Days” photos the yutes of today would put up on a thread such as this. Yikes! Storytime at the library with scary ass trannies, family holiday photos with everyone masked, pics of their friends dropping dead on the practice field at school due to myocarditis. The trans-butch preacher at their church etc., etc. NO outdoor photos due to safe-e-e-ty.
Will there really be any perception of “Good Old Days” concerning this time in history?
Here’s hoping:
Amen and Amen Liberty…..
Wow, another good one!!! Please keep them coming.
Fireflies in a jar. Check.
Riding old wooden Roller coasters at a Amusement Park. Check-Fairyland Park, Kansas City, Missouri.
Jungle Gym. Check.
Levi’s Bell Bottoms. Check. Had a Pair.
Mark Spitz. Check. Watch him on TV.
Riding in the back of a Pickup Truck. Check. Now it is illegal to do in my State. SMH.
Sparklers. Check.
Pinball Machine. Check. There was one in our local Pool Hall I loved to play.
Pontiac Firebird TransAm
Plymouth Cuda
Plymouth AAR Cuda
8 Track Tape Deck. Check. Listened to Grand Funk Railroad on one.
1971 Top 20 Hits. Check. I graduated from High School that year.
Bay City Rollers. Check. Where are those guys today???
Jaclyn Smith. Check. I so had a crush on her in the 70’s!!! One of the most beautiful women of all time.
1957 Chevrolet Impala Convertible.
Our Gang. Check. Used to watch them every Saturday morning on the TV, along with The Three Stogees and Roy Rogers.
Am-FM Transistor Radio. Check. I too had that exact same Radio.
Old Maid Card Game. Check.
Tubs of Ice Cream with Wooden Spoon. Check.
Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane.
“…Fireflies in a jar…”
I thought that was a jar of apple pie moonshine.
You ruined it for me.
Sorry Red.
“8 Track Tape Deck. Check. Listened to Grand Funk Railroad on one.”
I’m your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someone stole my first under dash 8 track that had worn out Grand Funk tapes.
First 8 track I listened to was by Rare Earth. The song “Get Ready” blew me away. Still listen to it all these many years later.
399 I remember that Song. We would cruise the town, making the Loop, listening to the extended version of that song. Nice Jammin by that Band.
Spent thousands of hours with this in the woods.
I know there’s a joke in there somewhere……
Wrist Rockets were the BOMB back then, C.A. Best ammo? Ball Bearings, but smooth round rocks would do in a pinch.
Way more force than a Y=type slingshot.
There’s a video out there I saw many years back (12?), where this German dude made his own slingshot, with a protective covering for the hand against ricochets.
Stupid idiot should have worn a helmet.
He shoots a ball bearing a short distance at a hard wood shed, and it bounces back and embeds into his forehead. Pretty gruesome, but it does teach the viewer a lesson.
You’ll shoot your eye out!
AK-74???
Marbles were deadly with a wrist rocket.
The original wrist-rockets were lethal weapons with real surgical tubing. Bought 2 for some neighborhood youths. Some kinda b.s. bands with no stretch to speak of, couldn’t even draw one back to it’s intended anchor point, corner of your mouth.
Surgical tubing makes a nice water balloon launcher, as well
And a nice tourniquet…
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