Gee you guys are old. 50! 50? Ever hear of a song called My Generation? Sheesh...oughta call it the Depends Club.
Will you damn kids go to work, I need my Social Security check this month!/quote]
You're old and in the way.
I've got an IV drip...Hey Kelly- Don't tell anyone, but at his age, Robert takes viagra to help keep him from rolling over and falling out of bed.
Are you 50+ years old? No. Do you remember when gas was 20 cents a gallon? No, but I remember when petrol was less than a pound a gallon. Come on, I remember that they actually sold it in gallons not these new fangled litres, whatever the hell they are. Do you remember when a penny postcard didn't cost 26 cents? No, but I remember when postcards cost 5pDo you remember when there was actually a key representing the symbol for "cents" on the keyboard? I have a key for pence, it's the p one Then this is the thread for you.
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o.k., I get out of my walker this morning to find three AW farts threads - young, medium, and old fart. Being 50 qualifies me not only for bales of AARP junk mail but this thread as well.
Stamps - 5 cents
Penny candy - a penny
One chunk of Bazooka bubble gum - .02
postcard - .03
1 pack ciggies - .45
silverware and glassware - free each time you filled your gas tank
small appliances - free when you opened a checking account
Soda - no high fructose corn syrup in it. Everything was in glass bottles. Often in outdoor storefront coolers, honor system, you grabbed one, went in and paid for it. People actually honored the honor system.
Vending machines looked like this -
and this -
Ties were skinny, pants were pegged, brainiacs had pocket protectors full of pens. You dressed for church, Saturday night dinner out, airplane flights and attendance at any public event. Soda fountains, dusky smoky faintly dangerous bars, rock and roll, mom and pop businesses, not gigantic chains and box stores where nobody really gives a shit about their customers and no one knows what the hell they're talking about.
omg. I could go on all day, there's so much that I miss. I'm an OOF. Official Old Fart, it's true.
What do you want us to beat him with? A stick? A Neti pot?
Kepping with the spirit, "Beat me Daddy Eight to the Bar."
And the submarine races were around Mare Island Naval Shipyard (Vallejo, CA)
- Gidget and "beach" movies
- Dobie Gillis and Maynard G. Krebs (beatniks in general)
- Where I was when JFK was shot
- Beatles versus the Rolling Stones
- Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield and platinum hair everywhere (other parts of note, too)
- Clark Gable's ears
- Joe E. Brown's mouth
- Alfalfa's hair spike
- W.C. Fields' attitude toward kids and dogs
when girls could not and did not wear pants of any kind to school
and someone else had a variety show, a country singer, I can't remember ... please help me