i remember my dad telling me about 5c beers @ a Bar. 1 dollar = 20 beers. Can you immagine!!! He'd tell me about getting off work on friday and going to the bar, sleeping in central park and only going home on Monday Morning to shower, shave and change his close before going back to work. Sounds Wonderful
I bet you missed him on the weekends
Naaa, that was way before i was born. He was boring by the time i came around. :(
We'd roller skate down the middle of the road and have races...
Were they the skates that you'd wear OVER your sneakers?
no, they weren't the old metal wheel skates!
They were the red, white and blue boot lace up ones...and you'd go to the skating rink and get those silly fuzzy pom-pons to put on the front....(mine were pink, and they had bells on them... :oops: )
I was quite the roller skater back then
the ones on the left....Sears didn't have any of the white ones
I remember roller skating rinks and skating especially to "The Night Chicago Died"
mmm roller skating. i was a beast on skates. we would have races at our local rink with the winner getting a free candy bar or something like that. i dominated them punks.
We used to roller skate on Russian Hill in San Francisco as kids. It was cold and windy up at the top of the hill but the skates made a great clickety-clack sound on the concrete sidewalks.
We used to roller skate on Russian Hill in San Francisco as kids. It was cold and windy up at the top of the hill but the skates made a great clickety-clack sound on the concrete sidewalks.
my weekly gas cost used to be like $3. gas was less than a buck and my gas tank was like 3 gallons max and it would last a week. those were the days.
there was some weird deal going on in china's economy in the late nineties, if i remember correctly, that caused gas to plummet to those low numbers. it was great for me being in college at the time and having no cash
my weekly gas cost used to be like $3. gas was less than a buck and my gas tank was like 3 gallons max and it would last a week. those were the days.
there was some weird deal going on in china's economy in the late nineties, if i remember correctly, that caused gas to plummet to those low numbers. it was great for me being in college at the time and having no cash
from my memory, during this time (early 90's) i don't remember gas ever getting much above a dollar. then it climbed a bit to mabye 1.50 for a couple of years before falling back to a buck. then of course, it's been on a steady climb since. :evil:
i'd buy some weed off different friends and it was never weighed. weed back then was bought and sold by using the finger system. (im sure large quantities used scales though)
i remember getting 2 & 3 finger bags all day long for 10 or 20 bucks.
Uncle Jesse has huge hands too
We used to roller skate on Russian Hill in San Francisco as kids. It was cold and windy up at the top of the hill but the skates made a great clickety-clack sound on the concrete sidewalks.
We used to roller skate on Russian Hill in San Francisco as kids. It was cold and windy up at the top of the hill but the skates made a great clickety-clack sound on the concrete sidewalks.
aah to be so fearless again.
we use to skate down the hill across the road. it started in maybe a 45 degree angle and at the bottom there was a curve to the left where very soon after the street ended in a t intersection. if my kids did something similarly stupid id hope the wouldnt tell me til years later.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I remember when this movie was cutting edge, deep and relevent. :::sigh:::
Christian Slater....{sigh}
I had this poster in junior high....
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
In my neighborhood growing up, when one kid wanted another kid to come out & play, you didn't call them on the phone. Nor did you knock on their door. You would stand on the sidewalk in front of their house, make a megaphone out of your hands, and shout, "YO, ROBERT" (or whatever the kid's name was) repeatedly until the kid came out, which was usually 60 seconds or less.
Was this only my neighborhood?
(in the seventies)
Oh we did that in the 60's but it was
"OH FOR JULIE" or whatever and there were dinner bells too the parents rang.
And milk was delivered to the house by the Golden Guernsey man and put in the milk shoot.
In my neighborhood growing up, when one kid wanted another kid to come out & play, you didn't call them on the phone. Nor did you knock on their door. You would stand on the sidewalk in front of their house, make a megaphone out of your hands, and shout, "YO, ROBERT" (or whatever the kid's name was) repeatedly until the kid came out, which was usually 60 seconds or less.
Was this only my neighborhood?
(in the seventies)
Oh we did that in the 60's but it was
"OH FOR JULIE" or whatever and there were dinner bells too the parents rang.
And milk was delivered to the house by the Golden Guernsey man and put in the milk shoot.
my mom rang the bell for dinner, i promise ya.
it is funny to remember that.
the cast iron triangle hanging from the front porch roof thingy.
cast iron bar for running around the triangle which creates a ringing high pitch sound.
brothers and i playing out in the wood/fields many hills over.
good stuff.
boys come runnin... grub time
chomp chomp like wild animals
mmm roller skating. i was a beast on skates. we would have races at our local rink with the winner getting a free candy bar or something like that. i dominated them punks.
I remember "Mickeys" beer...do you? It was in a green container, and had a gigantic mouth hole..what a dumb idea. It would spill all over you when you were trying to drink while driving or as a passenger.
I remember "Mickeys" beer...do you? It was in a green container, and had a gigantic mouth hole..what a dumb idea. It would spill all over you when you were trying to drink while driving or as a passenger.
I remember "Mickeys" beer...do you? It was in a green container, and had a gigantic mouth hole..what a dumb idea. It would spill all over you when you were trying to drink while driving or as a passenger.
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Naaa, that was way before i was born. He was boring by the time i came around. :(
I remember roller skating rinks and skating especially to "The Night Chicago Died"
gas was 85 cents/gallon just 12 years ago.
RADNOR ROLLS BABY. RADNOR ROLLS
there was some weird deal going on in china's economy in the late nineties, if i remember correctly, that caused gas to plummet to those low numbers. it was great for me being in college at the time and having no cash
that was awesome for bullshit teenagers.
it was the mid to late 80's.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
from my memory, during this time (early 90's) i don't remember gas ever getting much above a dollar. then it climbed a bit to mabye 1.50 for a couple of years before falling back to a buck. then of course, it's been on a steady climb since. :evil:
i remember getting 2 & 3 finger bags all day long for 10 or 20 bucks.
Uncle Jesse has huge hands too
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
go justam go
ever wipeout bigtime?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
aah to be so fearless again.
we use to skate down the hill across the road. it started in maybe a 45 degree angle and at the bottom there was a curve to the left where very soon after the street ended in a t intersection. if my kids did something similarly stupid id hope the wouldnt tell me til years later.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Christian Slater....{sigh}
I had this poster in junior high....
- Christopher McCandless
"OH FOR JULIE" or whatever and there were dinner bells too the parents rang.
And milk was delivered to the house by the Golden Guernsey man and put in the milk shoot.
my mom rang the bell for dinner, i promise ya.
it is funny to remember that.
the cast iron triangle hanging from the front porch roof thingy.
cast iron bar for running around the triangle which creates a ringing high pitch sound.
brothers and i playing out in the wood/fields many hills over.
good stuff.
boys come runnin... grub time
chomp chomp like wild animals
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Sammi: Wanna just break up?
i remember doing that @ pj last year
he's bad :twisted:
:lolno:
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
:wtf:
Sammi: Wanna just break up?
and even us lil munchkins would have those big marks left imprinted around our heads for hours cause the stupid things were so tight...
then they quit enforcing it as guys were letting their hair grow long and wouldn't wear them...
so for my sis & me and our friends it was yippee...no more squished heads
angels share laughter
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A marathon bar?
that is insane.
virginia is a bullshit state anyhow.
good thing you moved.
ever tell the lifeguard enforcing the swimming cap rule to suck your nuts?
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
i don't recall as a pre-schooler ever telling the lifeguard to suck my nuts...
in fact i'm pretty sure i've never told anyone that...
unless maybe i was talking 'bout my homemade trail mix
angels share laughter
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce