Happy Days
on 02/27/2005 at 05:01 PM
And when you got to the theatre, especially for the Saturday Matinee (3 movies plus the “shorts"), you could sit through it as many times as you wanted - well into the ‘main feature’ in the evening. With a weekly allowance of $0.20, plus a newspaper route - man, you could live like a king! I still have a mis-shapen left clavicle from carrying 100 papers in a bag over my left shoulder. The penny you got back from a bottle bought 5 “Black Balls” that lasted at least an hour each.
To me, the 50’s seemed like a kinder, gentler time.
OCM, I did visit your friends website. She has a lovely voice - the kind of music you can put on whilst reading a book or doing something else. In other words, just nice. Sort of like John Denver’s music was.
Damn, I miss him.-Dan D,
Canuckistan"Charles Atlas promised to real make a man out of my skinny, 12-year-old, 90 lb. body ....”
What happened? Did he send you a lifetime supply of steak and potatoes or something?
Yep, with buttered potatoes, cole slaw, corn on the cob, thick gravy, loaves of garlic bread, and several peach cobblers and chocolate pies.
160 pounds later, I am no longer a skinny little runt. Now I gotta figure out how to move back in the other direction .... say to about 200 instead of 250 as my doctor advises.
You just can’t win in this life! Jeez!
At least you can still kick Vilmar’s ass.
Chris, you’re treading on thin ice, pal!
I just got done moving a cubic yard of river rock. I little over 1.5 hours hauling by wheelbaroow from the end of ther driveway to around the back of the house, laying it down, smoothing it out, washing the driveway, etc.
To kick my ass you’d have to be bigger than me and either catch me (I’ll wager I can outrun most young punks nowadays) or outrun my bullets.
Dynamic tension…
Was that, like, excersize or something? Sure what it sounds like.
Could you still send in the coupon and get the free book?
Better yet, how much is that ad worth? Comics with their ads intact go for quite a bit now a days. Especially if they are from the 1950’s.
Happy days indeed, the 50’s. Julie London, Joni James, Kitty Kallen. Glass-bottled RC Colas and Nehis for a dime. Big cartwheel-shaped cookies in the glass jars at the filling stations. Hallicrafters, Hammarlund and Collins. All-American cars on the road except for the Euro sports machines, the occasional Rolls, and that pesky little beetle. Nat King Cole and Route 66. Leaded hi-test gas in the 30-cent range. McIntosh, Marantz, Fisher, Pilot. The Rat Pack. Reel-to-reel tape decks. Janet Leigh, Kim Novak and Debra Paget, to name only three.
Droning four-engined propliners (anybody remember the Stratocruiser with its basement bar?). Stewardesses that wore uniforms and went to smile school. Brubeck, Gerry Mulligan, Jai & Kai. B-36’s, B-47’s, fabulous new B-52’s and B-58’s. Shelley Berman and Mort Sahl. The Twentieth Century Limited. The SS United States. The first generations of nuclear subs and super-carriers.
And Ike.
Good days indeed, the like of which will never be seen again.
02/27/2005 at 09:09 PM
