[Paulie]

I have heard stories from the old-timers talk of how in Brooklyn you could go out of your house without locking the door, leave the keys in the car overnight, and send your little one down to the corner store all without worrying a bit.

Maybe the 1950’s wasn’t perfect, but judging from shows like Happy Days and American Graffiti, it sure seemed downright pristine by comparison.

[Night Hides Not]

I made my money by keeping score at a bowling alley 5 nights a week. Didn't have my first real job until my senior year, working as a busboy/dishwasher at a Montgomery Wards coffee shop.

There was also a semi pro bowling tournament every month in the Bay Area. I'd make $40+ a weekend, plus tips...in 1970 dollars, no tax withheld.

My buddies and I would go out on Friday nights and bowl until 4-5 AM, then go out to breakfast. My parents didn't mind a bit.

On my 18th birthday, my stepfather opened the refrigerator door, and told me I could grab a beer anytime I wanted, even though the drinking age in California was 21.

I must admit I was never that permissive with my kids, it's a different world today.