I remember some crazy sissy bars. The one here is just a standard bar.
Posted on 02/08/2024 1:31:25 PM PST by DallasBiff
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Punk Rock. The East Coast had the Ramones, the West Coast had the Dead Kennedys, and the UK had the Sex Pistols, plus there were scores of others. C’mon, someone back me up here.
The coffee cake mix in a bag
With crumbles
The coffee cake mix in a bag
With crumbles
I still have a steel garbage can.
I was always big into sci-fi, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagines the world we live in today. Apparently aside from 1984 and Brave New World, neither did the sci-fi writers.
I’m wondering when Fahrenheit 451 stops being fiction.
I remember some crazy sissy bars. The one here is just a standard bar.
Warm, fuzzy memories of youth.
Lynyrd Skynyrd?
“Ah. The old ditto machine. Our teachers would pass around papers fresh off the printer...and we would try to get a buzz off the fumes.”
Looking back, I guess I was a “teacher’s pet”. I was always the one sent to the school office to make those copies on the big machine full of fumes. I never dawdled, did the job, and immediately went back to class. I never thought of doing anything different.
More like smoking was everywhere. It was non-smoking sections.
And Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine.
Good for getting drunk, good for embalming too!
Do you mean ‘’macro’’?
God bless Steve Dahl!
And the Tigers got a forfeit win!
Television Rabbit Ears Antenna!
Oh,MY!
Born and raised in Kalifornia, when it was Reagan Country and spelled California. During the third game of the 1989 baseball World Series, at 5:04pm, my brother and I were in his furnished basement. The game was at Candlestick Park, south of San Francisco. We were standing up, but not moving around. The TV rabbit ears antenna started moving. I looked over to my brother, he was not moving. I said “let’s get over to the door jam.” I was holding on to the frame of the doorway. The Earth moved some more, and then the big wave, big energy came. The doorway, the house jumped out of my grip. Growing up in California, smaller quakes and aftershocks were no big deal. Four.0 on the scale was not frightening.
The epicenter, and therefore name, of the 1989 quake is Loma Prieta, in the mountains outside of Santa Cruz, California. The energy spread out and damaged all the way to San Francisco and Oakland.
I will never forget the creep Peter Jennings hurrying to San Francisco. He exited his limousine and proceeded to ‘report’ in front of a fire. He had picked a fallen building where the gas main was still open, and the fire would burn until the main was shut off. Another Drive-By Media creep.
Shortwave Radio, listening to those “forbidden” Communist stations, like Radio Moscow.
Rooting against the Commies in the Olympic Games.
Mornings on CKLW weren’t bad either.
Byron MacGregor, CKLW 20-20 News.
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