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Getting to know you,getting to know all about you...1959 was a good year for me, I finally got to quit breathing fluid and sucked life giving oxygen down my gullet while doing the wah, wah for the first time. Funny, after spending 9 months in liquid, why don't I swim well now? Anyway, I had the normal 1960's childhood, snow forts that lasted for weeks in Colorado and GI Joes- when they were big enough to date Barbie. Those were the days of "The Jackrabbit Special" and Don "The Snake" Prudhome in Hot Wheels cars, Major Matt Mason and Lego, back when you had to use your imagination to build things and they didn't have little round heads with smiles or light sabers in their round pegged hands. No, our Lego people were all block heads back then and liked it!
The 60's ...are a bygone era when you had an arsenal of legal firecrackers, when carrying pocketknives to school was a way of life and when someone on your football team got into a fight with a rival school, we all went home with bloody noses instead of dead.
We kept loaded guns on the top shelf of hall closets without trigger locks and knew to respect lethal weapons. We understood that life was precious.
We feared nuclear attack more than destroying the ozone layer by opening styrofoam containers.
We also had enough sense to sit down in cars without government regulations on car seats mandating us to do so. Back then, "Back in THE day" as Rocky refers to it; if we didn't sit down, then we banged our heads on metal dashboards without padding. We got concussions back then, and we LIKED IT! It made us tough. It got our thought juices flowing! The only way that we hit our heads anyway, was if dad didn't put out his arm every time he slammed on the brakes to catch us. And guess what? We didn't sue our dad's if they didn't catch us. We took personal responsibility for not sitting down, because mom had already warned us; "If you stand in between the seats, you'll hit your head."
And forget bike helmets and elbow guards, if we broke an elbow, we reset it later, after we were done blowing up GI Joes in their foxholes with M-80's. After all, there was a war on.
I remember Star Trek, Gilligan's Island, and Bonanza when they were still on prime time. And when I wanted to talk to Scotty on the Enterprise, I had to whip open a tin-foil wrapped box that had a lid attached with masking tape and make the clicking sound with my mouth. Now we've all got mobile phones that do all those things for us. Which, if you read Stephen King's book, "Cell", might not be a good thing, but I digress..
As I grew a little older, we had Clackers. Which consisted of two giant glass marbles tethered with a rope much like held our soap from Avon. A person would start them bouncing by holding the rope and moving it up and down and then begin doing it so violently up and down that the balls would clack under your wrists and then on top and back on the bottom and then on top again, making, the "Clacking" sound.
But alas, after many enjoyable minutes of fun, THEY, and THEY being the consumer affairs people or the government or United Laboratories or Good Housekeeping or somebody; outlawed Clackers because too many idiots broke their wrists. Ahh, Auntie Government... Isn't it great when you don't have to use your brain any more and Uncle Sam will protect your lunacy? Well, enough about me for now... Stay tuned, same Bat Time, same, Bat Channel!
The 70's
There was such a difference between the beginning of the Seventies and the End; for one reason, I graduated from high school and then into college at the later end of the Seventies. The early Seventies we were still warring with Vietnam, the later we were dancing our ways into a Saturday Night Fever. The Seventies were my adolescent years. They were filled with ten speed bikes with rams horn handlebars and the Dallas Cowboys as a dynasty. We drove around in Starsky's red Torino with the white stripe and sang songs like: Afternoon Delight and You Are The Woman. And The Eagles and Bee Gees rocked the charts. The seventies were good to me. In '78 was when I first laid eyes on my lovely wife and secretly hatched my plan to marry her.
The 80's Wow, could it be possible that the eighty's are approaching 30 years ago? I reminisce about some of the popular songs of the decade and thought I would put my two cents in on them also... (I Just) Died In Your Arms - Cutting Crew |

















