Speaking of whales, our car is named "wilma", after "Wilma the Whale" on the departed Capn' Crunch Vanilly Crunch cereal.
Posted on 06/13/2014 9:42:55 AM PDT by grundle
Pretty close to on target.
In my neighborhood we’d leave the house in the morning and spend the entire day playing ball, riding bikes, or hanging out at the park with our friends. We’d make sure to head to somebody’s house by 5 though to watch Star Trek on Channel 11. We’d spoil our dinner by loading up on politically incorrect junk foods during the show. After dinner we’d head back out to play “until the street lights came on” and then watched some TV before drifting off to bed.
A few years later when girls in bathing suits started to become more....ummm...interesting, we’d spend a lot more of daylight hours at the neighborhood pool.
Within certain geographic limits we were allowed free roam of the neighborhood and could visit candy stores, ice cream shops, etc. on our own.
Good times!
“Not sure about #4.”
And, THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the saddest true comment you will see, today...
This sounds remarkably like the summers my kids had in the 90s. Not exactly the same, but very similar. Sometimes I think my only achievement in life is that I made sure that my children had actual childhoods, instead of virtual ones.
LOL at GM we called those the Whale Wagon. Sweet.
Just make sure the darn Optispark distributor doesn’t shoot craps at an unanticipated time.
OK I think I did well remembering the words I did
:)
Those were the good old days. Funny, my lungs are in good shape in spite of chasing the DDT truck up a hill inhaling the fumes for everything I was worth. Good times!
2006 Ford Freestyle Limited
When I lived in San Mateo, Ca, back in the early 90s, there was a nice old neighborhood theater that was a porn theater. The outside still looked respectable, and they had classic movie posters up, but that was it. It was on Palm Ave., and was called, (wait for it) "The Palm" (that was the original name of the place).
For all I know it's still there.
Send em to farms to work—experience how it should be—work!
Don’t forget BB guns and making fires with magnifying glasses.
I miss consuming music one side of an LP at a time. I also remember how exciting it was when that new favorite song came up on the FM radio.
I grew up in PG County, too. Lived in Anacostia when I was an infant! Now I wouldn’t even take a nostalgia drive through PG.
Oh, heck,if I only wanted to seat six, I’d use a Dodge Dart, like my folks did. (Okay, there were seven of us, but with all the new rules, six is the official max.)
Or one of these.
The Wagon Queen Family Truckster. You think you hate it now. Wait until you drive it.
I hated sleep away camp too. My sister loved it.
I would beg mom not to make me go, but she would turn a deaf ear to it.
My sister was a Tomboy and athletic. I was, (and still am), a klutzy bookworm. I did not fare well at sleep away camp.
After the second year, my mother finally believed me that I hated it, and stopped sending me. Pure happiness.
We had a peach orchard. Peach fights were fun. Until someone went nuclear and lobbed a rotten peach that was loaded with Yellow Jacket wasps. Ah, the screaming.
Nostalgia ping!
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