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It explains why most of us had items called "Lunch Boxes":
Posted on 08/15/2014 9:54:14 AM PDT by Drew68
“We played jousting knights on our bikes”
We played smash up derby with our bikes. One day I got knocked out cold and when I woke, my buddy Mike was leaning over me begging to call the Paramedics.
This was when the TV show “Emergency” was starting. Mike became obsessed with the show and the character played by Randolph Mantooth. He even grew his hair long like the guy.
Anytime a kid got hurt, Mike would want to call the Paramedics or he would run home and get his Plano Tackle Box that he painted a Red Cross on and was filled with ointments and bandages so he could treat the wounded.
I have a design for something similar, except it uses the charge from one of those small confetti poppers to launch the spitball ...
At almost 50 years old, I still have a very deep scar from when one of those heavy duty metal Tonka Trucks ran down an angled driveway and hit me in the lower leg. Bled like a pig and required stitches.
Oh man, I had forgotten about that. In fact, that picture is an exact representation of what we did! We'd hear the "fogger" coming and all scream running around behind it, sometimes bumping into each other.
I had one of those, too. Black frame and gray cylinder, IIRC. My friend discovered that if you drilled out those dividers in the barrel, you could shoot used caps, paper wads, etc.
Monday: Soggy Noodley Stuff
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It explains why most of us had items called "Lunch Boxes":
It was creepy. The light islands at the drain inlets, spider webs, frogs. No water in some places, knee deep in others, some of the drains were timber, Some of it was concrete, horror movie stuff. What a gas!
We had a mini-bike.
I found it deeply disturbing when “lunch boxes” went from sturdy metal like that one to cheapo colored plastic. It was like a signal that something ominous, something bad was starting to occur in the culture.
Sort of like when there was a new “Tom and Jerry” cartoon show broadcast on Saturday mornings... and instead of violently trying to off each other, my God, they were presented as friendly BUDDIES!
Naturally, I blamed the liberal hippies.
Yeah, that was fun, too, coasting them down the street to see how far and fast they would go before crashing. Never hit anyone doing that, though.
I also liked those plastic caps. Much better than paper caps, except that the ratio of loading time to noisemaking time was a lot worse. Paper caps were fun to ignite by snapping your thumbnail across them, making a flash and puff of smoke. Less fun when the powder would lodge under the thumbnail and burn there.
Right? What a set of gams!!!
No the question is where is that woman????????
“a whole roll of the paper ones under a rock or hammer was louder than those plastic caps”
As you wrote above - long ago, Boys always tried to maximize loudness and destruction.
Same thing happened to Itchy and Scratchy
And graham crackers!!
that was a blast skitchen
until you hit a dry spot on the road.
I nearly burned down our outhouse by dropping matches on the piles! Had to rush in some pails of water for that one!
Let’s not forget an old time favorite—shooting an arrow high into the air, and running like hell!
Cherry bombs were perfect for that! :-)
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