Posted on 02/06/2010 8:02:54 AM PST by Dallas
Born 1955. I had some great chilhood years!
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Baby Boomer bttt ...
HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU’RE OLD AND DON’T MOVE FAST ANYMORE.
George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.
He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?”
He said “No,” but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.
Then the police dispatcher said “All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available..”
George said, “Okay.”
He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.
“Hello,I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed.. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both, the dogs are eating them right now” and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips’
residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George , “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”
George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!”
those were the days my friend, i wish they never end...
LMAO
Me too. It was safe. I actually went downtown at age 11 on Friday and Saturday nights to volunteer at the symphony in exchange for a free seat. I rode the bus home at 10 pm afterward and never was afraid.
A much appreciated laugh.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Ahhh, reminising. I just made the cut off! I remember we weren’t ALLOWED to stay in the house if it was a nice day out.
My goodness, we had fun!! We built a boys fort and a girls fort in the pool area, that way we were allowed to sleep outside!!
1953 checking in.
I would get on my bike in the morning, come home for lunch, then peddle off again. We lived in Bloomfield, NJ, a suburb of Newark. We’d explore different towns. Once, we found an F-86 Sabre jet plane that had been put on a pedestal in a park. War surplus, I guess. We spend the afternoon climbing up, in, and over it! I think it was in Belleville. Maybe East Orange.
We moved to the “country” in 1962. My Dad left for work early in the morning. He dropped me off at my favorite fishin’ spot at about 6:00 a.m. I’d catch a few “sunnys,” walk home, clean & gut ‘em, and put ‘em in the fridge. That was dinner. Then, I’d walk to where the canoe was parked and paddle over to the beach. I’d hang out with friends all afternoon. Everyone’s transistor was tuned to WABC, and we listened to music, played cards, splashed around in the lake ‘til it was time to paddle home to cook the morning’s catch.
There were days when I’d come home early to watch Soupy Sales; funniest stuff I ever saw.
I’m not ashamed to say that I had the world’s greatest childhood.
My family and I did all this with little or no money.
Like my Mom once told me: “We don’t go on vacations because we LIVE where people go on vacation.”
Yeah, I lived through all that.
Amazing
Peddle?
No... pedal.
I so understand.
Are you peddling your ass around town or pedaling your ass around town??
I grew up in downtown Jersey City, not too far from the Holland Tunnel. Just about the same age I would regularly take the Path Train I (We called it the Tubes) into Manhattan and just walk around. No one ever bothered me.
Today, kids of our age reference have to be kept on a leash to protect them from the insidious individuals our loose society has created.
I grew up in a small town where everone knew everyone else's business.
I was held accountable by EVERY adult in town. If I did anything wrong, my parents knew about it before I got home.
I behaved, because I would never want to shame my parents. I couldn't wait to move away from there,....now I'd give anything to have it all back.
WWII baby; dad got home on leave (at least once!).
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LOL...that's a classic
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