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To: Dakotabound
I can identify with this posting. My first recollection of a McDonalds was at the Traffic Circle in Columbus, GA in about 1956. As to fast food, that was a luxury!

At the same time, I remember learning the math tables and being tested, with the goal of becoming a "Minute Man".

Yes, despite the threat of polio and small pox, life was much better then. Much simpler and more honest.

I remember talking to a college student from New York City back in the late 60's at the University of Wisconsin. Being a Wisconsin native, I politely asked him how he liked Madison, then one of the premier cities to live and raise a family. He told me that it was okay, but needed some of the "vices of New York City to make it worth living in." I would dearly love to get my hands on that pompous, "sophisticated" puke for just five minutes today. I'd give him some "sophisticated vice" to last him the rest of his miserable life...all two minutes of it!

48 posted on 01/04/2003 1:13:56 PM PST by Redleg Duke
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To: Redleg Duke
"I remember talking to a college student from New York City back in the late 60's at the University of Wisconsin. Being a Wisconsin native, I politely asked him how he liked Madison, then one of the premier cities to live and raise a family. He told me that it was okay, but needed some of the "vices of New York City to make it worth living in." I would dearly love to get my hands on that pompous, "sophisticated" puke for just five minutes today. I'd give him some "sophisticated vice" to last him the rest of his miserable life...all two minutes of it!"

What did you do or say to him at the time?
447 posted on 01/04/2003 11:54:11 PM PST by Gigantor
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