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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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Cereal boxes?.....When I ws a lad........
.......Cereal boxes?.....When I ws a lad........
When I was a kid there were 3 kinds of tablets:
• the ones you swallowed when you were sick
• the ones you wrote on in class
• the ones with commandments carved on them
Oh, and there was a period (9th and 10th grade) where I walked 2 miles to school each day, uphill both ways!
My high school sat on the other side of a large hill so half of each trip was uphill.
• the ones you swallowed when you were sick
• the ones you wrote on in class
• the ones with commandments carved on them
Oh, and there was a period (9th and 10th grade) where I walked 2 miles to school each day, uphill both ways!
My high school sat on the other side of a large hill so half of each trip was uphill.
We lived too close to take the yellow bus until sixth grade. When a blizzard would hit K.C., the big shots would usually cancel school, and declare a snow day, or three. Now, I live in a warm climate!
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When I was a kid(after the Beatles came to the US), two 12 y.o. and a 10 y.o. started our first band. Got our first gig awhile later.
Oh, and we had to walk up hill both ways to school.
Oh, and we had to walk up hill both ways to school.
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When I was a kid, there were no school busses. You walked. Parents didn’t drive their kids to school. They never cancelled school and there wasn’t days off other than christmas and easter.
They reviewed and handed out report cards in class, not alphabetically, but based on your grades. I always had a long wait.
They reviewed and handed out report cards in class, not alphabetically, but based on your grades. I always had a long wait.
Ooh, aye, you lot ‘ad it soft!
When I were a wee lad, they used to tattoo our grades into our flesh. If’n ye didn’t pass, they shaved yer ‘ead, and put it up there just ta shame ye.
...and now ye know why I’m wearing a titfer in me profile photo!
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When I was a kid, everyone swears there is an electric paddle in the school office.
Alas, I knew the strap well. As I did, the yard stick, the pointer, and the thrown chalkboard brush.
For me 'twas the cane, the being almost lifted off the floor by your sideburns and yes, the thrown chalkboard thingy....
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Dragged by the hair to swim lessons. 
For some reason there always seemed to be a lot of trouble around me. Yet always squeaky clean when it goes down. Except for that one time and I copped to that. I totally had nothing to do with that one time at New Year's. Other stuff, yeah, but not that one.
For some reason there always seemed to be a lot of trouble around me. Yet always squeaky clean when it goes down. Except for that one time and I copped to that. I totally had nothing to do with that one time at New Year's. Other stuff, yeah, but not that one.
Yes, I forgot being pulled by the earlobe. Then there was shoulder shaking that made your head bob back and forth.
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Childhood? Pfft! I carved it …
Not unlike this guy,
Not unlike this guy,
Yeah, I walked uphill bot.......ahh, who'm I kidding-I went to school in Miami.______________(flat)
Did you get to pick oranges on the way to school?
We had one also. It turned out to be the mimeograph machine.
Oh man, Charlie's Angels!
The accidental key to unmasking the deception of a Communist government broadcaster to one of its shocked citizens. 
I hear you: "Win, what on Earth are you talking about?" Ok, story time...
Hanoi, Vietnam, 1995: As the sun sank low over the old part of the city, I wandered down the street from my flat to have dinner at one of my usual sidewalk-based eateries. On the way, I happen to run into a young lady acquaintance, who cheerfully agreed to join me for a bite. We made our way to a certain spot on the sidewalk in front of an old building, where an older woman was minding a small set of charcoal-fired griddles with their array of beef, rice, and vegetables, next to a couple of small plastic tables and low chairs. As we sat down, the woman switched on a small TV sitting on top of a crate, and adjusted the rabbit ears. My acquaintance looked at her watch, and perked up when she realized what time it was.
"Oh!" she said brightly, "American film! American film is on now! You can see!"
"'American film?'" I asked. This was a new one on me. Most of the TV I got in my flat was on satellite feeds out of Hong Kong and Mumbai. I didn't generally bother watching the local State-run broadcasts.
"Yes!" she replied, "Every week, they show American film. It's very special!"
Ok, I figured, the VN government probably screened - and likely censored - something from the States to demonstrate how "open" they were. Now I became mildly curious to see what the result of their efforts was.
Our food was served up just as the show started. To my utter amazement, the "American film" on the screen was an episode of Charlie's Angels, dubbed into Vietnamese. I recognized very quickly that it was the one with the UFO hoax plot (for you die-hard fans, the episode is titled "Unidentified Flying Angels").
"Oh wow!" I said with a huge grin, "Charlie's Angels! I remember this one!" This reaction puzzled my acquaintance to no end.
"What?" she said, her brow furrowing slightly, "This is new film! From America! How can you 'remember' it?"
Right about then it dawned on me that the citizenry had been sold a bigger bill of goods than I thought. The government broadcasters were billing this 20-year-old (at the time) TV re-run as a new feature, straight out of the States. A relic of the mid-1970s was being passed off as the pinnacle of American society and TV production in 1995!
"No," I said gently - and now, quietly - to my companion, "This is an old TV show. I remember this from when I was younger."
"No!" she said, as Bosley and the Angels chattered in dubbed Vietnamese in front of us, "It's new film! First time! New!"
"Not 'new,'" I said, "This show hasn't been on in America for many years."
"But it's special!" my companion protested, "From America!"
"Yes, but... ok, let me show you," I said, pointing out Kate Jackson, "Do you see that woman with the shorter brown hair and big brown eyes?"
"Yes," said my companion, looking intently at the screen.
"At then end, she is going to find out the space people and space ship aren't real," I said, "She will find the machine that flies it, and she and the other women will catch the criminals." My companion looked at me like I was utterly insane. "Watch," I assured her, "You'll see."
Sure enough, as we ate our dinner, the Angels figured out the scheme, and just as surely, Sabrina/Kate found the controls for the fake UFO, the requisite car chase ensued, and the bad guys were captured. My companion's expression was a mixture of amazement and disbelief.
"Like I said," I told her, "It is American, but it's not new. It's an old TV show."
And that's how Charlie's Angels vividly demonstrated to a young Vietnamese woman that her government wasn't being straight with her.
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Didn't need to-we had grapefruit, key limes, oranges, and avocados in the back yard and a mango tree in the front. And that was on a standard size lot.
Didn't need to-we had grapefruit, key limes, oranges, and avocados in the back yard and a mango tree in the front. And that was on a standard size lot.
...and that’s why people live in Florida.
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