I assure you it wasn't a slur.
You see, I'm from the "crop" of '41 and knew we were kinsmen.
Yes sir! Skate boards from old metal skates and if we found a baby carriage tossed in the garbage, we took it home and made a car, wagon, or something out of it.
We had some fun.
Now how about this one– going around the neighborhood and construction sites picking up pop bottles for 2 cents each to get into the 25 cent movie? My dad used to tell me about nickle movies, and I swore back then that I would never talk that way when I got old(er). Now look at me.
We used to ride our bikes everywhere! When I was a mere lad of 5 I would ride the L in Chicago with my older brother of 10 to Cominsky Park. No adults needed. Hell a kid cannot even play in the yard alone now! They even need adults to supervise their baseball games. My grand kids have never just gotten together to play ball they always have coaches!
Oh, oh. I am an old fart...