squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
Here's some stuff I remember....
learning to drive with 3 on the tree.
High beam dimmer switches on the floor.
vacuum wipers, and having to let up on the gas while passing in the rain.
when road construction zones were marked by kerosene smudge pots.
Watching the gravel road pass under our 58 Chevy wagon through
the holes in the floor boards.
Spreading ashes through the same holes for winter traction.
how gutless a 144 cu.in. 6cyl. falcon with a 2 speed automatic was.
The air hose bell ringing when you pulled into a real gas station.
sunoco 260 gas and 13 to 1 compression on the street.
dipping a finger in the radiator then licking it to test for anti-freeze.
the squeaking sound all 55-57 chevy's make when opening the doors.
flipping over the air cleaner lid for that 'cool' sound.
the sound of bias plies when you locked up the 4 wheel
drum brakes on a NEW car.
setting points with a feeler guage, or a matchbook cover.
Draining oil cans out behind the service station, so you had enough oil
to put in the 55 chevy (ole leaker) to get the oil mark to show on the
dipstick. Then driving up to the pumps and putting in a gallon of gas
for the evenings cruise.
when the sentence for DUI involved having to pour out your beer at
the side of the road and a stern warning to drive straight home.
If the officer was thirsty, the beer may be confiscated instead.
The original uncensored "Eenie Meenie Miney Moe........."
And no one got hurt feelings or tried to sue the school
You could smoke in jail. (yes, I may have ended up there once or twice)
Holding the door open for women. (still do it)
Wondering how your dad could always fart by a mere pull on his finger.
listening to the ballgame in bed late at night on a tiny transistor
radio, and knowing by the crack of the bat, that it was a homerun.*
The smell and feel of my Baseball Mitt.
Going into the hardware store on a Saturday morning and being greeted
by the smell of kerosene and boiled linseed oil applied to the old
maple floors early that morning. The new smell of jute twine and
hemp rope.
Riding backwards in the 3rd seat of the 9 passenger Pontiac Safari
wagon.
no microwaves Mom actually cooked every meal.
Sweet tarts the size of a hockey puck.
those GIANT pixie sticks that were about 2 ft long filled with some
kind of colored sour powder...I remember kids trying to down the whole
thing and almost choking to death.
the little wooden spoon in the paper wrapper that came with those
ice cream cups- half chocolate, half vanilla -and the little tab to
pull off the cardboard lid.
When you had to go to the circus or freak shows on Coney Island to see
a lady with tattoos.
AM radios only.
those weird feelings that you got watching Annette Funicello.
Riding a bicycle across town to the hills with a .22 across
the handlebars and no one cared.
Breaking down in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone and
no pay phone in sight and walking for miles to a farmhouse only
to find out they had no phone but had a tractor to tow me to town
with.
Along that vein...I remember pay phones.
learning to drive with 3 on the tree.
High beam dimmer switches on the floor.
vacuum wipers, and having to let up on the gas while passing in the rain.
when road construction zones were marked by kerosene smudge pots.
Watching the gravel road pass under our 58 Chevy wagon through
the holes in the floor boards.
Spreading ashes through the same holes for winter traction.
how gutless a 144 cu.in. 6cyl. falcon with a 2 speed automatic was.
The air hose bell ringing when you pulled into a real gas station.
sunoco 260 gas and 13 to 1 compression on the street.
dipping a finger in the radiator then licking it to test for anti-freeze.
the squeaking sound all 55-57 chevy's make when opening the doors.
flipping over the air cleaner lid for that 'cool' sound.
the sound of bias plies when you locked up the 4 wheel
drum brakes on a NEW car.
setting points with a feeler guage, or a matchbook cover.
Draining oil cans out behind the service station, so you had enough oil
to put in the 55 chevy (ole leaker) to get the oil mark to show on the
dipstick. Then driving up to the pumps and putting in a gallon of gas
for the evenings cruise.
when the sentence for DUI involved having to pour out your beer at
the side of the road and a stern warning to drive straight home.
If the officer was thirsty, the beer may be confiscated instead.
The original uncensored "Eenie Meenie Miney Moe........."
And no one got hurt feelings or tried to sue the school
You could smoke in jail. (yes, I may have ended up there once or twice)
Holding the door open for women. (still do it)
Wondering how your dad could always fart by a mere pull on his finger.
listening to the ballgame in bed late at night on a tiny transistor
radio, and knowing by the crack of the bat, that it was a homerun.*
The smell and feel of my Baseball Mitt.
Going into the hardware store on a Saturday morning and being greeted
by the smell of kerosene and boiled linseed oil applied to the old
maple floors early that morning. The new smell of jute twine and
hemp rope.
Riding backwards in the 3rd seat of the 9 passenger Pontiac Safari
wagon.
no microwaves Mom actually cooked every meal.
Sweet tarts the size of a hockey puck.
those GIANT pixie sticks that were about 2 ft long filled with some
kind of colored sour powder...I remember kids trying to down the whole
thing and almost choking to death.
the little wooden spoon in the paper wrapper that came with those
ice cream cups- half chocolate, half vanilla -and the little tab to
pull off the cardboard lid.
When you had to go to the circus or freak shows on Coney Island to see
a lady with tattoos.
AM radios only.
those weird feelings that you got watching Annette Funicello.
Riding a bicycle across town to the hills with a .22 across
the handlebars and no one cared.
Breaking down in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone and
no pay phone in sight and walking for miles to a farmhouse only
to find out they had no phone but had a tractor to tow me to town
with.
Along that vein...I remember pay phones.
