[Fun] I'm So Old I Remember....

The draft was always in the back of your mind as was Vietnam......

 

I remember that... I was in high school but it was still on our minds.

 

on manxs post/.....flashing lights.....it was considered very cool if you had a ''light organ'' in your basement......3 colored bulbs inside a shitty box with fogged plastic over the front so you can see the awesome flashing lights......hooked up to a stereo and they went in time with the music

it was even cooler if you had a stoplight hooked up to the stereo.....you were king if you had both


add in a black light with a few posters and you got yourself a stoners den

good times.....

 

i remember those lights on cop cars at the front corner where they would drive up beside you then turn the light on and cut you off....the light had red letters that said pull over


no good pictures of one online ...just this one you cant see the light well


http://diecastpolicecar.poliskarr.org/gallery/85_07_05_09_10_50_15_0.jpeg

 

the oakland induction center, and some big harry dood, down on all fours following the colored tape lines on the floor, because he was too stoned to follow the right colored line standing up.
i'm seriously not making that up either. but i think 2/3rds of the guys showing up there, were as stoned off their gourd as they could get, when they were told to show up.
this was 1968. and there were different groups outside, handing you different kinds of care packages. bibles, shaving kits, the berkely barb. a mr natural comic.
so completely alices resteraunt.

 

I remember when you were considered a rebel if you said shitaki, or Helsinki in the lunch line in grade school.

 

Eve's daughters were old enough to do porn,, wanking to those cave drawings..

 

seeding the primal ooze with amoiba nucliotide xtals.

 

I remember when I thought I was going to live FOREVER!! Whoopee!!

Oops. A lttle off on that theory.

 

i remember knowing, before i was born, that i wouldn't. and really thinking hard, also knowing, that once alive, i would very likely become addicted to the idea of remaining so, whether or not i wanted to be.

but what do we mean by living? well of course physical life. a body that metabolizes and reproduces.

but awareness will always be a separate thing apart from that. whether the one can exist without the other or not.

and whether or not, there's a way for some small synopsis of memory, to travel between lives,

there is a pattern of preferences we further develop and refine in each life, that does form a continuity, even if awareness is not contiguous, from one physical life, to another.

thus i remember, having been born, not a blank slate at all.

thus i cannot tell you, for example, what people looked like, or what they called anything, in any of my previous lives,

but i do recall there being several things this world has yet to, along with several it did not yet have when i was born, which it has since developed during my lifetime, so far, on it.

 

I'm so old, I remember nothing about why I just walked into the garage.

Haha! A new twist...only I really can't remember

 

So old, I remember The Newlywed game.

There wasn't internet and you had to actually go to the library, do hours of research and cite your sources.

So old that I remember big chunky phone with short curly cords that'd you'd twirl around your fingers as you chat within earshot of your entire family.

 

i'm so old i remember outside. when i was little making roads with tonka trucks and bulldozers in the back yards. taking matchbox cars and mini-tanks to school in my pockets.

my "whole family" was my dad, who was usually either at work or asleep, and my mom, who was glued to some crap on the television.

model railroad magazenes and cataloges and the things in them i dreamed of having and what i would make with them if i did.

personal computers were still almost 20 years in the future and the internet almost 30. man had yet to set foot on the moon, or even kennidy to get elected.

wild blackberries in the back yard, picking and eating them. everyone dried their cloths on a line. the only dryers were at the laundrimat. but we did have a washing machine with a wringer on it.

down the hill on the other side of the black berries was a pair orchard, and on the other side of the oarchard was the hoboe jungle.

next to the depot where my dad was telegrapher, was the fruit shed with its giant concrete cold storage room. i remember being fascinated by conveyer belts too.

between the depot and the fruit shed was a small lot where maintainence of way vehicles were parked and also a fuel pump with a big diesel tank undergound under it, for refueling the engines if they needed to be when the got there, and the engine for the work train that often tied up there over night.

there was a half basement under the house we rented for $90.00 a month. and one could live quite comfortably on $400.oo a month or even less.

there was a semi finished part of he half basement, the house set on a hill sloping down behind it, that was my childhood 'secret laboratory' and play shop where i could make things.

 

I'm so old that I remember when automobiles had one key for the ignition, and a different key for the door and trunk locks - and they weren't interchangeable.

 

Holy crap, I remember that too. I must be getting old.

 

I remember when many cars still had cranks! And all cars were from the 30s-40s. You did not smack a fender on one of those--you could break a
hand! Unlike the plastic stuff made now.

I remember those little American Motors cars that had the starter button below the clutch, so to start it, you fully depressed the clutch to hit the button. Also when cars had a lever high on the dashboard that would crank the windshield out!

My first car--a '37 Plymouth coupe (25 dollar purchase in '55) had a crank-out front window.

 

the only people who bought off road vehicles actually lived off road, though even the fanciest cars had enough ground clearance, unless they'd been highly modified, to take them there.
and a mobile home was a house trailer and a travel trailer wasn't completely self contained. and everyone changed their own oil and filters.
and real gauges. the idiot light hadn't yet been invented. chokes and throttles, and some even had a cable that would rotate the distributor to advance and retard the spark from behind the wheel.

but i still thing the best thing was there were bus and train stations in even the smallest towns, with many trains and buses each way every day, and building codes were only enforced in or near larger ones.

 

I remember shoe shine stands manned by black folks in many places. Don't see them any more, but I'm sure they exist somewhere.