Sorry, BRI, OMG, we had two channels, one for CBS and one for a combo of NBC and ABC. We also had snow up to our ying-yings and the wind blew in our faces either going to or coming home from school.
Not really better but I think it was easier, Man. We still have to do a schooner or ten at Charlie's.
OMG!! Joann, you are a sweet, beautiful woman. I remember all that plus, 2 channels of TV, a window fan pointing ourside to help cool the house cool in the summer, wearing jeans all summer long because shorts were for girls, street car tracks in the streets and if you got your bike caught in them it meant a lot of abrasions, getting pop corn balls at holloween and not worrying about them having razor blades in them, Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, Saturday afternoon at the movies with 5 cartoons, a serial, and a feature film. I could go on and on but the smile on my face is as good as it gets. Thanks for starting me on a, "its great to remember" theme.
So.....here are a few things I can remember: Captain Kangaroo, riding bikes (with my wicker basket), playing baseball in the dead-end street, penny candy, Crayola crayons. I think I was 5 or 6 when JFK was killed and can remember my Mom crying when she heard the news. Albums, 45's, 8 track tapes. Corduroy jumpers with fishnet hose. Bell bottoms, the Monkees. MIA bracelets. Black lights and posters. Ouija boards and slumber parties. Not being allowed to wear pants to school, and getting sent home once because I wore cullottes. Shopping in downtown Omaha (because there weren't any malls yet). Nancy Drew books. Peace signs. Mini skirts. And finally.....we had to be back home by the time the street lights went on! Ohhh........the good ol' days!
And for the record they changed Holloween forever. Just look at what ends up in your kids bags, No popcorn balls.
I give respect to the last two...but Desert Storm? Come on, man...two plane flights and some walks in the sand. A lot of my NCO's had been single stripers for Desert Storm and all they did was b!^@h constantly about how much GWOT sucked.
You don't get to pick and choose where you are to go, so I don't short change anyone's service.
lol this was more for the late 70's and 80's and 90's guys. Back then, if you had a combat patch and a CIB you were hot sh#t.
I don't know. I'm pretty young, but I remember one time was I was somewhere around 6, my mom bent me over her knee, pulled down my pants in church, and gave me some pretty solid swats on the butt. No one said anything. I think that still goes on in some places.
