And men.
You’ll never find Sarah Connor now, will ya?
What a ripoff, man! (Which also dates me. 
) At the High’s Ice Cream in our shopping center, it was 5 cents a scoop.
Cheech: “C’mon in, man. I’m watching a movie about Indians but it’s reeeeally boring.”
Chong: "Aw,man, that’s the test pattern…"
Back in the the day I remember being tempted to tear a page out of a phone book in a booth or motel room, but I just couldn’t.
I’ve bought weed from a stranger at a concert, flat out lied to TSA, owned black market “things”, but I wimped out at defacing Ma Bell.
Yeah, being one of several kids in the back of a station wagon. I remember that.
I also remember my sister and me being in the back of the family station wagon when we were moving east from Los Angeles. We were towing our smaller second car, and somewhere crossing the desert, Dad lost control. I don’t remember the accident itself (I was four years old) but I remember being in a hotel room that evening with gauze patches on my chest and back where I must’ve gotten scraped when the car tipped over. Amazingly, neither my sister nor I were badly hurt. (Of course, my sister got hit by a train once and only got badly bruised. Folks in my family are made of tough stuff.)
All of this talk of sleeping and playing in the back cargo space of station wagons reminded me of this little beast and its not terribly safe rear seating, which everyone of a certain age (and geography as this was only installed in the US and Canada) remembers and a fortunate few of us have had the privilege of enjoying and living to tell about it. The one, the only, the “Bi-drive Recreational All-terrain Transporter” or BRAT, by Subaru. For you young 'uns, those seats were welded in as standard equipment. It allowed them to be treated as a passenger car for tariff purposes.
Edit: typo
Same here, at the High’s on King Street in Alexandria, Va. Always got a one-scooper after the monster movie at the Reed Theater.
Hey, you had actual seats, and even seat belts!
We just rode in the open backs of pickups; no belts, no seats. Sometimes we’d sit up on the fenders. The cautious among us would hold on with our hands.
“Don’t flick your Bic while putting on hairspray.”
The Reed, that was the one on King Street most of the way to the railroad station and the Masonic Temple if you were coming from Washington Street, right? I remember there were three or four movie theaters in Alexandria then. There was another one on King, nearer to Washington Street, and another at the north end of Old Town between Washington Street and the river. I remember when adult admission was fifty cents, under 12 was 35 cents.
The High’s I used to go to was the one in Belle View Shopping Center south of Alexandria. There was also a Ben Franklin five-and-dime there, among other stores.
When I was a kid, “made in Japan” meant it was cheap shit.
I picked up one of those ‘home entertainment centers’ at a yard sale ca. 1980. It had a B&W VHF-only TV, an AM radio, and a monaural phonograph, all in a wood cabinet.
My limited observations:
I was a 50’s kid. “Made In Japan” meant cheap junk.
In the late 60’s it seemed to me that Japanese products were getting better.
In the early 70’s I realized that their cars, electronics, acoustic pianos had gotten to be very, very good.
It’s enough just to say “TV dial.” Anyone born in the late 80s or later has likely never seen a TV with a dial on it.
That’s right. The only other theater on King St at that time was the Richmond, I believe. That’s probably the one you refer to as north of Washington St. This was late 50s, early 60s.
There was also a GC Murphy’s dept. store next to the Reed. They had a big bin full of ‘men from Mars’ and ‘purple people eaters.’
Nearby was the barbershop where my dad would take me. The barbers were Filipino and spoke very little English. They had one of these charts on the wall. I would point to the cool-looking flattop haircuts, but to little avail, as evidently my dad had previously instructed them to just buzz all my hair off.
Air Mail as a premium US Post Office mailing rate. Complete with special onionskin paper and envelopes for minimum weight.
When I was a kid, we had to get haircuts every two weeks.
Write protect rings for computer magnetic tape reels were also used to decorate Xmas trees.
(scroll down to “write protect rings” for picture of a tree) The 12 Trees of Xmas (and then some)
Although these were called “write protect rings”, one had to be used to allow writing the tape.
(scroll down for use) Control Data 3170
I didn’t know about that, either, and I programmed COBOL on punch cards! However, when we sent our coding sheets to the data entry department, we always had them sequence our cards.
But data cards usually didn’t have sequence numbers, so the diagonal line was important!