Some of these ring with me.
My mom got scalded by a pressure cooker explosion when I was a kid. She canned A LOT before and after. Apparently not very common, but not rare either. Some kind of uncommon weird fluke with the vent tube/weight as I recall.
Lots of odd fuel filler locations on older cars. Or how about the trucks with the gas tank behind the seat? I've got an old truck with the starter button on the floor. It's next to the trans tunnel on the opposite side of the floor pan from the bright button. Anyone else remember driving heavy trucks with 2 shifters (2 - 4 or 5 speed trannys) and you HAD to double clutch them. For that matter, being able to say "tranny" in polite conversation and everyone knew you meant an automotive component. Now the first thing they do is either snicker or scream that you are a "transphobe".
8 tracks and 45 records
Kids taking their guns to school for "show and tell", we all got our .22 in third grade. Then took them back to school for hunters education as a part of gym class in 7th grade.
Cherry bombs and M-80's. Buying dynamite and blasting caps at the hardware store.
Lawn darts, steel tricycles, toy guns that fired choke hazards. How about toys kids were supposed to play with, not "collect" as an investment.
I'm fairly certain I actually grew up on another planet, this one seems so different than the one I remember.
Go Ukraine! Piss on the Russian dead.
How about an old time pharmacy with a grill and soda fountain? We had a family owned pharmacy on the edge of the neighborhood I grew up in. In the back was a grill/soda fountain with a couple of booths and a counter with several round stools to sit on. We used to ride around on our bicycles and collect soft drink bottles and cash them in for the deposits at the market next door then go get some fountain drinks with the change we made. Good ol’ days.
I think we still have a pharmacy downtown with a lunch counter, but unless I was in there as a child(more shopping there 40+ years ago) I have never been in it. May have to fix that soon.
Missed out on school being ok with packing rifles and shotguns in, but in the late 80's I was required to bring a knife to school for a carpentry class and be able to get it shaving sharp.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>Ye best start believin' in Orwellian Dystopias, mateys... yer LIVIN' in one!--after Capt. Hector Barbossa
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[QUOTE=jsbhike;2907099]I think we still have a pharmacy downtown with a lunch counter, but unless I was in there as a child(more shopping there 40+ years ago) I have never been in it. May have to fix that soon.
You should do that. Eventually there won’t be any left to visit.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>Ye best start believin' in Orwellian Dystopias, mateys... yer LIVIN' in one!--after Capt. Hector Barbossa
Psalms 109:8, 43:1
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My Dad used to wear work boots like that. As I grew older, I've gotten a serious appreciation for old school boot, now I only buy US made Danners.
I love Red Man. I used to chew it every day, but when it got up to $8/pouch, I switched brands. I still chew leaf, one of many bad habits.
Unfortunately, I have dipped snuff for over 40 years. I have occasionally chewed "Red man", but not since the 80's, however Eight Dad gum Dollars a pouch, it aint gonna happen again. WTF over?
My Dad was like a CIF employee when it came to school clothes. I got a pair of those boots a pair of shoes four pair of jeans and six shirts, a large package of underwear and a large package of socks. A jean jacket was every two years, with an extra hoodie for cold days. Anything else needed a note from school. He was efficiently brutal at this task and literally it took him 45 minutes to shop for three kids for school clothes. I would bitch about it, but my brother got the hand me downs.
Those Sears boots were nuke proof.
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