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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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I graduated in 1970. We were the same, basically. No jeans, but we could wear sneakers, girls could not wear trousers except after school like if working on a float or a banner. If you wore dressy flared trousers you were a dope-smoking pinko radical anarchist. The published dress code was long, and the part that will forever stick with me was about boys' haircuts: "No ducktails, fenders or sideburns."

I graduated high school in 68. The dress code was strict for males and females and no long hair for men, no sneakers, no jeans, no t-shirts, no pants for women, dress length, etc. That year there was a lawsuit by a student in another town who had been expelled because of his long hair (which was actually sideburns). He won the case. The next year (69) my high school was unrecognizable. I was amazed at what my younger sister and her friends were able to get away with. And I felt "cheated". I was in college by then and got away with all those previous transgressions so I didn't feel too bad. My parents were another story.
I graduated in '74. I guess I was pretty lucky regarding such things as dress codes and hair length/styles. Our high school's nickname was hippie high school.

Tattoos and religion is an interesting subject.

Religious perspectives on tattooing - Wikipedia

Some religions allow it. Jews are against tattoos and cite the scriptures to justify it. People were force tattooed during the Holocaust. That association makes it even more abhorrent now.
An old girlfriend's father had the numbers on his arm.
 
I graduated in '74. I guess I was pretty lucky regarding such things as dress codes and hair length/styles. Our high school's nickname was hippie high school.

An old girlfriend's father had the numbers on his arm.
Owners of a hotel I played in on Miami Beach also did. The clientele was ~95% retired northeastern US Jewish. We often backed Borscht Belt entertainers. Learned a bit of Yiddish on that gig.

EDIT: sorta learned by osmosis. Like Donny and Marie osmosis. I'll go to my room now.
 
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While we're on the subject of clams, way back in this thread I described some of the antics of a successful wacky disco/new wave band I played in. The demented genius guitar player was the "creative" force behind the antics. He used to give nicknames to all the members and introduced us as such. The sax player was and will be forever known as "Clams Oreganatto". I was christened "Al Binoe".

Bart Simpson had a lot of good stage names to use.

 
Working the tail end of what I call a well-deserved brew on the tail end of a well-deserved Thursday. Odin's content, I'm happy, Odin's happy, we're all happy as a clam. What if a clam is my spirit animal? I know what my spirit animal is?

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my current trip, and in great part a reason for this beer at bedtime (and I'll be up in three hours for biology) is Ari's head coach asked her current coaches who might wish to take on more with the upcoming summer cohort. I would be among those current coaches, and accepted the invitation.

Come the 'morrow, I record my video for the cohort.

Graduated university in 78. We have a virtual reunion in a couple weeks. I see some names I know. So many names, people, faces, voices I know, and who in the roster of attendees should be present but a gentleman with four names and a "IV" appendage ... who I've not seen nor spoken to since 78.

And it seems to me to many I'm that name on the headstone, someone remembers but I'm so very far away that I may as well be lost to them. Uncertain what of the 1978 version of me brings me to join this reunion for the very first time since I graduated. Uncertain why I contacted them to let them know where I am.

I know exactly why I'm in touch with my alma maters ... maybe there's a part of me who needs to be acknowledged for her wisdom

but a beer will do.
 
What I observe with Americans is what I call lazy tongue. When I say my name is "Morrighan", what I invariably hear back is "Morgan". And it's not my name, and neither is "Morrie" &c &c. So here in The States I don't bother. When I tell them my first name with all three syllables, I hear one syllable back.

Then people look for nicknames. That I'm blessed with a good one — uh not every nickname aimed at me has been complimentary — is ... what it makes me wonder is what nicknames were behind my back ... you know kids and so do I ...
 
Working the tail end of what I call a well-deserved brew on the tail end of a well-deserved Thursday. Odin's content, I'm happy, Odin's happy, we're all happy as a clam. What if a clam is my spirit animal? I know what my spirit animal is?

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my current trip, and in great part a reason for this beer at bedtime (and I'll be up in three hours for biology) is Ari's head coach asked her current coaches who might wish to take on more with the upcoming summer cohort. I would be among those current coaches, and accepted the invitation.

Come the 'morrow, I record my video for the cohort.

Graduated university in 78. We have a virtual reunion in a couple weeks. I see some names I know. So many names, people, faces, voices I know, and who in the roster of attendees should be present but a gentleman with four names and a "IV" appendage ... who I've not seen nor spoken to since 78.

And it seems to me to many I'm that name on the headstone, someone remembers but I'm so very far away that I may as well be lost to them. Uncertain what of the 1978 version of me brings me to join this reunion for the very first time since I graduated. Uncertain why I contacted them to let them know where I am.

I know exactly why I'm in touch with my alma maters ... maybe there's a part of me who needs to be acknowledged for her wisdom

but a beer will do.
I went to a few H.S. reunions* starting with the 40th(2004). Fewer people each year. Class of '64 is shrinking almost daily.

*our High School(Miami Edison Senior)has/had a thing called the Miami Edison Over The Hill Gang. Every other year there'd be a big reunion for any and all graduates who wanted/were able to attend. The first one I went to had people from classes of the 40s! Two classes, i.e. '64/'65, would be the 'star' classes based on 25, 30, 40, 50 years. None held last year-for some reason-and there may not be any more OTHG get togethers 'cos the school demographics changed drastically in '70 and later classes have no interest in keeping it going.:(
 
Working the tail end of what I call a well-deserved brew on the tail end of a well-deserved Thursday. Odin's content, I'm happy, Odin's happy, we're all happy as a clam. What if a clam is my spirit animal? I know what my spirit animal is?

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my current trip, and in great part a reason for this beer at bedtime (and I'll be up in three hours for biology) is Ari's head coach asked her current coaches who might wish to take on more with the upcoming summer cohort. I would be among those current coaches, and accepted the invitation.

Come the 'morrow, I record my video for the cohort.

Graduated university in 78. We have a virtual reunion in a couple weeks. I see some names I know. So many names, people, faces, voices I know, and who in the roster of attendees should be present but a gentleman with four names and a "IV" appendage ... who I've not seen nor spoken to since 78.

And it seems to me to many I'm that name on the headstone, someone remembers but I'm so very far away that I may as well be lost to them. Uncertain what of the 1978 version of me brings me to join this reunion for the very first time since I graduated. Uncertain why I contacted them to let them know where I am.

I know exactly why I'm in touch with my alma maters ... maybe there's a part of me who needs to be acknowledged for her wisdom

but a beer will do.

It’s the human need to be “part” of something. No matter how much we may denigrate, the time, or the people involved, it is a shared experience. The lens of time may skew our individual remembrance of that snapshot. But, it is shared nonetheless. Do not miss the opportunity, to reconnect, no matter how remotely. Everyone will bring their own treasure to be shared. You will find those, with whom you are glad to have forgotten, and those, whom you may have dismissed previously, that you want to get to know better.
Of course I have had supper, and begun to relax, with my favorite libation, so take my counsel, with as many grains of salt you feel necessary.
 
I have been called by my middle name since birth. It seems to be a trend in my family, but it could be that both grandfathers, maternal and paternal uncles, great uncle, etc, all shared my first name. Family reunions, were confusing, to say the least.
"Hey, Bob!" and 9 guys turn around.:laugh:
 
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