What, no one has mentioned Shakey’s Pizza.
The monkey blood.
Beaker Street on KAAY AM 1090. Broadcasting from Little Rock, Arkansas to a very large area of the USA, and Cuba.
Australian here. I recall much of the technological stuff in this thread. The stuff specific to the USA (“duck and cover”) not so much.
Soft drink (soda) bottles had crown seals you needed to pop off with an opener. They had thin cork linings as a seal, so if you were careful, you opened the bottle without damaging the cap, picked out the cork seal in one piece, and then made a badge by putting the metal cap outside your shirt, and pressed the cork liner back into place from inside your shirt, holding it all in place.
Later, first gen ring pull cans came along, where the ring and the tab separated entirely from the can. They were an environmental disaster. But they were an ophthalmologist’s dream - you could separate the ring from the tab, hook the tab into a sort of slot in the ring, and flick the ring substantial distances at kids you were at war with.
In the days before social media, texting and Internet ubiquity (remember people asking “Are you online?”) you had phone trees to communicate mass news. If sport was cancelled due to rain, the coach didn’t ring each family. He rang maybe two, and a pre organised phone tree protocol dictated who rang who after that so no one person had the burden of making any more than one or two calls.
Oh, and panel beaters who actually beat car panels back into shape rather just replacing them. In the era of ubiquitous rust, they would also cut out and replace rusted sections. Shysters did it on the cheap by filling rust holes with epoxy “bog” and painting over it. When you bought a used car you brought a magnet with you to run over the door panels to see if it fell off, a sure sign of a bog job.
Called bondo here in North America, but yep. Same idea with the magnet.
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If you can’t detect it without a magnet, what is the problem?
Weak, short term solution. Cutting out the rust, inserting a metal bit, polishing back to make a uniform surface and painting is expensive but durable. With time, vibration, etc, bog dislodges and deteriorates. You’ll have to do it again in a short time.
We used to have German and Swiss restaurants in L.A., but those gradually vanished, given the utter lack of any push or pull factors that would want to make them immigrate here. In the postwar era America looked pretty considering Germany’s ruinous state and bombed out cities.
I’m not sure who you’re replying to or what your point is.
We girls made chains out of them. And gum wrappers. My sisters had a super long gum wrapper chain. I was a lot younger and couldn’t manage the folding.
Think about the two ways you can read “mid 70s” and what the reply to that post was doing. Hint: it was a joke.
Still don’t get it. I guess the brain is hazy today.
Must be residual haziness from the 60s. 
The joke was that the person who responded to that post was pretending to read it as if it meant “when they were in their 70s”. He or she wasn’t really talking about teens getting braces, just making a joke about senior citizens getting braces. When you corrected him (or her) it looked like you didn’t get the joke.
Ohhhh. The only other mid 70’s I could think of were temperatures. Thank you.
No scurity at airports. You could meet your guest at the gate, or just wander around. You didn’t need ID, and thus could fly with someone else’s ticket, if you wanted to. If you list your ticket, however, you were screwed.
Ayup. We used to meet arriving guests at the gate, and at the end of their visit we’d hang out at the gate with them until it was time for them to get on the plane. I don’t know how airports handled all those extra people at the gates.
When I was first married (the first time ~1972) we had a friend who worked for Continental Airlines (“The Proud Bird with the Golden Tail”). Many times when we were broke, we’d go up to the airport about the time he was due to get off work (midnight or something) and just hang around. Watch the planes, get stuff from vending machines (no food courts then, and certainly not at that time of night), lie on the benches at the gates. He would bring us snacks from the planes, and also the cute little square dinner plates. The airport was a cheap, fun, hangout destination.
And you could smoke on that plane. Also the stewardesses were called stewdardesses, and they were all young, hot, women.
Back of the planes sometimes got pretty rowdy. Lots of smoking and drinking on the later (in the day) flights.