“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
64,but some days my body feels like 164 but I've still got a mind that thinks it's 35 (I wish). I remember penny candy, gas at 20 cents a gallon, getting under your desk for air aid drills in elementary school. I remember getting our first air conditioner (boy that was some cool stuff) and also our first color t.v. I also remember going to a friends house and listening to the lone ranger on the radio as they didn't have a t.v. And I know where the high beam switch is on an older car. Good times for sure plus you never locked your doors.
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64,but some days my body feels like 164 but I've still got a mind that thinks it's 35 (I wish). I remember penny candy, gas at 20 cents a gallon, getting under your desk for air aid drills in elementary school. I remember getting our first air conditioner (boy that was some cool stuff) and also our first color t.v. I also remember going to a friends house and listening to the lone ranger on the radio as they didn't have a t.v. And I know where the high beam switch is on an older car. Good times for sure plus you never locked your doors.
Civil Defense drills. Most younger folks don't even know what Civil Defense is. Or have seen home bomb shelters. It's funny that younger people don't realize that color TV actually became common place until the 70s. I remember the first color TV my dad brought home. The entire neighborhood came over to see it. He spent hours with the test pattern on, a chair in front of the TV with the test pattern sheet and a mirror trying to get rid of the green people.
Portable radios were a new thing and "made in Japan". Bakelite knobs that would disintegrate after a while. Portable reel to reel recorders were the lasted and greatest. In the 70s, video recorders were so giant that they required a big cart to hold all the stuff and the camera weighed about 50 lbs and only schools and tv stations had them.
Driving under over passes and losing radio signal while driving down the road and listening to the radio.
The list is endless of the things younger folks will never experience. The older generation were people who grew up "fixing" things.
You had to be an innovator to use an 8 track tape, cause more often than not, it would only play in a certain position. Fixing the phone cord was common place, cause either the dog would chew it up or one of your brothers or sisters would catch the cord with their foot and pull the wire out of the phone, so you had to disassemble the phone to wire it back up.
Going to the store to get your parents cigarettes or cigars with a note from them. 10 year olds running around town with no supervision and their parents not having a clue where they were until the street lights came on, cause that was our alarm clock to tell us to come home, or if we were in the country when it started to get to where the shadows looked like wolves. Then we hot tailed it home.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
So what now @Markwell? You mutter something about "When I was your age" and proceed to tell me what you did 6 months ago?
None of that back sass outta you, ya durn whipper snapper. In my day the young guns gave us old fogies cigars to show respect. The better the cigar, the more you respected that person
“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
None of that back sass outta you, ya durn whipper snapper. In my day the young guns gave us old fogies cigars to show respect. The better the cigar, the more you respected that person
I'm fresh out of worthy sticks. I sent everytjing worth sending to our folks in the big sandbox in glocks cfw
I do, however have some primo white owls if that piques your interest?
Lol I had to dig you. That was only a semi-serious dry beg
“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
I actually smoked a pipe during my high school years...mainly when I was track inspecting at the railroad. I had two of my grandfather's from the 1950's. Wish I'd held onto them. We might have to organize a trade - I'll shoot you a pm here in a little bit.
“Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman – or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.” – George Burns
58 for a few more months here. We sure have a wide range of ages represented, guess I am close to the upper middle. Chuckled when I realized that I was wrapping up a Military career when a few here were born. I forget how old I am sometimes, until here at work some of the Colonels look really young.
Logistics cannot win a war, but its absence or inadequacy can cause defeat. FM100-5
When I became 29 I quit having birthdays, then I made a discovery that when you reach 62 you don't have to work anymore, so I started having two birthdays a year to catch up. I have not worked for a few months now, and enjoying it.
I am a happy man. You have made me very grateful. For this is the very first time that the Crown Jewels have ever been adequately & deliriously praised by an unprejudiced person. Still it is the cigars' own fault that this is so for it is a cigar which excites envy & jealousy in the smoker because he knows & feels the truth of which you have said; that there is no other cigar that is just like it. There are cigars which resemble it but only in appearance, not in spirit & not in the ability to dare & do. There is no other cigar that can make a person want to go away & get by himself & think this life over & wonder if it is altogether worth while. I will send you some more when you get out. Let me know. Any man of fine intelligence who is acquainted with Crown Jewels prizes them above any other gems & saves them & hoards them. I gave Harry Rogers a box two years ago & he has them yet. Let me know when you are out.
I'm kind of dissapointed @Captain_Call hasn't spent any time lecturing me about stuff I'm not interested in. We've been on the vherf multiple times and he's missing his chance since he's no longer the youngest.
Ah, I remember in 4th grade the teacher going around to all the desks to fill up the ink wells with a long spouted copper pitcher. Learning to write with a scratchy nib pen was especially difficult for left handed people. Wasn't until 5th grade that felt tipped markers (refillable) and ball point pens started showing up.
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Or have seen home bomb shelters.
It's funny that younger people don't realize that color TV actually became common place until the 70s.
I remember the first color TV my dad brought home.
The entire neighborhood came over to see it. He spent hours with the test pattern on, a chair in front of the TV with the test pattern sheet and a mirror trying to get rid of the green people.
Portable radios were a new thing and "made in Japan".
Bakelite knobs that would disintegrate after a while.
Portable reel to reel recorders were the lasted and greatest.
In the 70s, video recorders were so giant that they required a big cart to hold all the stuff and the camera weighed about 50 lbs and only schools and tv stations had them.
Driving under over passes and losing radio signal while driving down the road and listening to the radio.
The list is endless of the things younger folks will never experience.
The older generation were people who grew up "fixing" things.
You had to be an innovator to use an 8 track tape, cause more often than not, it would only play in a certain position.
Fixing the phone cord was common place, cause either the dog would chew it up or one of your brothers or sisters would catch the cord with their foot and pull the wire out of the phone, so you had to disassemble the phone to wire it back up.
Going to the store to get your parents cigarettes or cigars with a note from them.
10 year olds running around town with no supervision and their parents not having a clue where they were until the street lights came on, cause that was our alarm clock to tell us to come home, or if we were in the country when it started to get to where the shadows looked like wolves. Then we hot tailed it home.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
Signed,
The Resident Oldfart