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Things that would never "fly" today

My stepmother used to write a note for me to carry to the corner store to buy her smokes. It worked every time. I doubt that would fly these days.
My best friends father used to send us to the store to buy cigarettes starting when we were about 6 or 7. He’d send us with enough money for some candy for ourselves, also. Nobody thought it was out of the ordinary- because everyone’s parents and grandparents did the same thing.
 
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the victim was attacked while sleeping. anyway, it was a long time ago: The Few, The Proud, the Battered

We called sleeping beatings Code Red. This form of hazing from what I've seen seems to be the most common, I count myself amongst it's victims. When I promoted up I refused to haze anyone as I caught it very bad my Plebe year. I was strict but not cruel.
 
Alcohol related.

When I was in high school in the mid 80s, law enforcement hadn't yet cracked down on underage drinking. You could easily find store clerks willing to sell booze to minors. They never checked your ID because they were pretty sure you were underage and didn't care. At age 16, I knew of about a half dozen liquor stores in my area where the clerks would sell to me, no questions asked.

There were still cops who would catch teenagers drinking at parties or even on the road and they would just make you dump out the alcohol and send you on your way.

Even if you got caught drunk driving, a DUI conviction was more like an expensive traffic ticket. A few of my friends got DUIs. A typical conviction would cost about $400 and a 3 month suspended license, after which it's automatically restored. If it was a 1st offense, you could receive "supervision" which means that the DUI conviction is officially erased from your record after 1 year, provided you don't get another DUI.


A decade later, all that was history. The legal drinking age became 21 in every state. No liquor store would be dumb enough to sell to minors and risk having their liquor license revoked. Cops issued summonses to every minor in the vicinity of open containers at parties. A DUI conviction will set you back thousands of dollars and your licence will be suspended for a lot longer. You'll also be required to undergo an alcohol evaluation to determine if you're an alcoholic and take a series of remedial classes - all at your expense.


Just to be clear, I'm not nostalgic for the old days. Drunk drivers were killing as many as 30,000 people every year. Now it's down to about 10,000.
 
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Like my other fellow TBer's from Texas, we carried our rifles and shotguns in our trucks to school. We also had the psycho coaches that thought dehydration and salt would make us better players. Teachers thought corporal punishment was supposed to be a contest between other teachers for the most licks given to a student at a time. Only a sissy wouldn't have a pocketknife in his front pocket. When we would meet after school to settle our differences in a fistfight, the teachers would referee.

When I went out with friends on a Saturday night, my father would tell me not to come home drunk because we had Sunday School early the next morning.

When I was a kid my parents would go spend a weekend (200 miles away to Austin) to visit my grandparents and leave me and my older brother home alone. We were pre-teens. In the summertime we would ride bikes wearing nothing but cutoffs. Our feet were like leather because we were always barefoot.

I miss drugstore hamburgers with greasy french fries and root beer floats.:(
 
It was a different world.

When I was a kid in the 60's, my dad would send me to the corner store (run by a Masonic lodge brother, this was before 7-11 and Circle K's, they were all locally run by a neighborhood guy) with a dollar and I'd get a pack of Salems for him, Tareytons for my mother, and a loaf of bread . . . . and come home with change from the dollar !

Sometimes I'd go for a six-pack (I'm 9 or 10 years old here) and bring it back. He'd sell it to me as he knew my old man, and both of them knew IF I didn't come right back, a can was missing, etc., something was up. Of course, that never happened, but that's the way things were back then.

And . . . don't even pull one at the neighbor's house. They'd swat your bottom and send you home, where my parents would go 'you acted up at their house, COME HERE !' and I'd get it all over again.
 
One of our favourite games to play in Phys ed in middle school was dodge ball, we called it murder ball! The only rule in place was to not hit anyone above the shoulders, folks got hit above the shoulders!
Our Phys Ed teacher kept a list of names of those who broke the rules. We knew what was coming.
He would come into the change room/shower and call out the names. We were lined up, naked, in the shower with our hands and faces against the wall. Our teacher would bring in the most deflated utility balls he could find, wind up and whip them at our bare a$$es, as hard as he could. He didn't always hit us in the bottom.
Pretty sure he wouldn't get away with that these days....
Fishheadjoe
 
We bought a Focus from a collision rebuild shop as a decent mileage 4th car.
It had hand cranked windows and manual mirrors.
It did have AC, so not a total base model;)

Granted, this was probably a 2010 model.
I wish I could get a car with hand crank back-ups, for when the window controls quit working. I’ve had to have the window switches replaced on every car that had them.
 
I've got a 2014 Jeep Patriot that has crank windows. No power locks, either. That was one of the big selling points for me.

Back on topic... BB gun wars were the first thing I thought of. We did that a lot, then finally escalated it one Saturday into a huge full-combat version of capture the flag with I believe 6-7 guys per side. Went great until my best friend got two of his teeth shot out. After that happened, we realized how dumb it was to be doing this without any sort of eye protection.

Also have to say that I have very fond memories of underage drinking at the dive bars on the south side back when I was in high school and college. We went to the Korner Bar every time I came home from college; staff knew all of us. The funny thing was that they started really cracking down near the end of my underage years, and the first time I went in there legal (just a few weeks after my 21st) I got carded. Couldn't believe that the bartender didn't say anything.

-M
 
I played high school football, and for two a day practices, we were given very little water, and a couple of salt tablets. Now, they have water misting stations to stand in, and a team of kids in a golf cart that brings sports drinks to the players on the field.

Oh man I remember those days. During practice (in cold, wet and rainy season around here) the only water you’d get was what fell from the sky! We were so wet and miserable that taking a swig of water never crossed our minds.

in my senior year, we had two a day summer training camp - I don’t remember NOT having water (I’m sure we did) but I DO remember chugging two king cans of beer in a row after practice....for rehydration of course!

Playing soccer as a kid, our coach would supply us with cut up oranges. We each got a couple of quartered pieces to suck on at half times. That was it.

Softball, I remember no fluids of any kind. Same with hockey. Now the kids can’t go a shift without hammering back the water/Gatorade while back on the bench.

When I cycled competitively, I used to have 2 bottles of Gatorade on board for a two hour race/training ride. I recall riding so hard at times I’d puke up the Gatorade. Now, I stick to just water.