Posted on 06/01/2014 6:40:44 PM PDT by windcliff
Ahhh yes, the jungle Jim...good times...roller skates that fastened to your saddle shoes with clamps tightened with a skate key. A few times the clamps came loose and you tumbled on the sudewalk...more good times.
Wolfe was right!
I wouldn’t trade growing up there for anything, it was wonderful, but I’m happy my daughter is growing up in an environment more closely related to the way her father grew up than I did.
My grandparents moved to the west coast of Florida in 1973, I spent my first summer there in ‘74 and immediately knew I just didn’t belong in a big city. I was 22 when I left Brooklyn in ‘82, and the biggest city” I’ve lived in since was Dover, Delaware, and I moved from there 11 years ago! The Virginia county I now live in, just 2 hours south of Dover, has a population less than Dover had when I left!
My first car was a 69 Opel Kadet wagon. It was amazing how far up in the mountains that thing would go, and come back. Bought it for $100 with a seized engine, rebuilt it, switched the auto for a 4 speed, drove the heck out of it and sold it for $900.
Those rascals inspired my generation to get out and do things and make things with what we could find. We were outside most of the time. Fell our of a willow tree and broke my arm in first grade and found out I could use my cast to take down the third grade schoolyard bully.
Yep. That’s how it was.
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