After the last two weeks, I just flat don’t want to adult anymore… Sigh…
Please say a prayer for those sailor’s families from the McCain and the Fitzgerald, they died protecting America for you.
The depth of the BS is getting to the point that I’m drowning, and doubting I can even save the watch.
But there ‘are’ some memories that do bring a smile to this tired old face. How many of us busted our asses with these? Nothing like trying to get them to fit, then trying to skate down the street… Helmet? Elbow pads? Knee pads?
Nope, bust your butt, and either get up and keep going, or walk home and give up on them… I seem to remember they cost something like $5, brand new!
The more fun one, was the Coke boxes! My uncle had one of these in his store, and it used COLD water to keep the bottles cold. He had 6 oz bottles, and I think they were a whole dime! But I had to give the bottle back… sigh…
I’ll just throw one more in, cause I’m in THAT kind of mood… My family, both mother and dad, were adults during the depression. Neither had a high school education, but they had a work ethic that didn’t quit. We didn’t have a lot of money, especially after my dad died when I was nine. If I wanted something, I had to EARN the money to buy it. We didn’t go hungry, but it wasn’t steak every night (more like once a month). We grew our own vegetables, butchered our own chickens, and the extended family did a couple of hogs in the fall, and usually a cow a year, at the family reunions.
I would really prefer NOT to live though interesting times again, I did that in the Navy.
Kicking the soapbox back in the corner now.