I remember some flights light that from Anchorage to Seattle. Pipeline workers and fishermen returning to civilization with money in their pockets.
It was the 80s before I got any of that action. It was definitely fun.
Yeah, now it’s “For Christ sake, don’t annoy the pilot!”
Southwest Airlines was known as “Hot Pants Airlines.” Looking back, it’s pretty hard to believe.
I was on a flight one time that had a brief stopover in Las Vegas. Can’t remember where I was ultimately headed. There were three very drunk, rowdy guys in the gate area waiting to board the next leg of the flight. The other passengers (me included) refused to board if those guys were allowed to. The pilot got involved. I don’t know what happened to them, but they weren’t on the flight.
That’s not how I remember it. The stations we listened to in high school (1966-69) played the Beatles and the Stones, but also Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Motown, etc. Along with some country stuff like Johnny Cash and Roger Miller.
One of the salesmen whose PCs I repaired returned from a business trip bragging about being so intoxicated that he insisted upon having a wheelchair to board the plane.
Yeah, that was more bullshit. The Supremes were huge, right along with Herman’s Hermits. Love Child meets I’m Henry VIII, I Am.
Nobody cleaned up dog poop. They just left it here. We would open the door and let the dog run around the neighborhood until he decided to come home. Many dogs weren’t neutered. I remember having to keep one dog inside whenever she was in heat. We had male dogs from all over the neighborhood hanging out in our yard.
The only time you’d see sports other then football or baseball was during the Olympics or on Wide World of Sports. Speaking of the Olympics, we always felt the US was at such a disadvantage vs. the drugged, not really armatures from the evil communist block. And then there wasn’t the dastardly Russian judge or ref!
There were big TV events, like Roots, that everyone watched. We’d have classroom discussions about it.
We all drank 2% or full milk. Skim milk was nasty!
Biking to the neighborhood pool was a common pastime for my friends and I in the summer. We didn’t have to be home until it was dark. We’d get bumps and bruises from popping wheelies and seeing who could do the trickiest riding without hands. We always tried our best to hide injuries from mom–not because she’d be worried or restrict our bike time–her wrath was not to be risked!
I read that as “spots”.
It still is.
My Father helped me hide motorcycle injuries from Mother.
After an actress named Rebecca Schaeffer was murdered by her ex-boyfriend, and the story came out that he’d been stalking her, and she’d reported him to the police, but he wasn’t breaking any laws, and nothing could be done.
There used to be lots of crossing guards for the kids who walked to school. Seems like I don’t see them anymore.
My father had really terrible teeth as a child. I know he must have, because he had braces during WWII. That was really rare. He said there was maybe one other kid who had braces in his school.
Those are very common where I live now. Never saw them where I lived in the 60s. But kids I knew rode the bus. Everyone rode the bus, except maybe a few kids in HS who had cars.
For my elementary school, there were no school buses: zero. Everyone walked to school and walked home and back at lunch. It was just assumed that mom would be there, and if not, had an arrangement with a family member or neighbour.
My best friend’s mom was a nurse, and if she was on a day shift her sister drove in from something like 20 miles to make sure my friend got lunch. There were no other provisions.
I don’t know. Whenever I ride the subway with my girls (one eight months, and the other three years and six months), at least one person will interact with the baby and try to get her attention, and be overjoyed when the baby reacts with a smile, or reaches out to grab a finger. Seems pretty normal to me.
I had a card in my wallet that said I could fly for half fare on standby because I was 12 to 22. I always got a seat. I remember flying on a Constellation on TWA.
Country kids rode the bus. Town kids walked. The only time I ever got taken to or picked up at school was after an ice storm. And that was by my friend’s mom.
If there was a heavy snow, they’d still have school but the buses didn’t run.
Same here. My elementary school had no bus program; we walked to and from school. We also walked home and back at lunch. Mom was home to make us a lunch; on the rare occasions when she couldn’t be, she’d arrange with a neighbour to give us lunch.
A Connie! Cool!
This is pretty much exactly like it was for us too!
We also had initiation for Freshmen in high school which usually just consisted of the upper class men taking you out in the country a couple miles and making you walk back to town. Sometimes they would put lipstick or something on your face or take your shoes and make you walk a little ways (not miles).
In NY state, at least upstate, girls could hang in bars at 18, for boys it was 21. Set up to get laid anyone?
No pants for us in H.S. and we even had slip checks. You’d better be wearing one
In the wayback machine, our neighborhoods were full of new home construction. When they got done at quitting time, they just left-no fences or security. Those sites were wonderful playgrounds. Soft lovely top soil to play in, piles of it to jump on from the second story, wood scraps and nails to hammer together- we’d do it for hours.
My associate and I drove over to Memphis where we could buy liquor at eighteen.