Perfect!I'm so old I'm forgetting to read the title of the thread.

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Perfect!I'm so old I'm forgetting to read the title of the thread.
Happened in my state. Just a few towns over where he did what he did.I'm so old I remember the day Gary Gilmore said, "Let's do it". January of '77.
What is this?a few jars of PMS jelly.
Peach, Muscadine, & Satsuma JamWhat is this?
I need to know instead of letting my mind wander.
Don't open it for goodness sakes.What is this?
I need to know instead of letting my mind wander.
Oh I know better then to do that.Don't open it for goodness sakes.![]()
I'm 71 also, a 1853 baby and child of the good old days. You remember....when we came home from school, had a snack waiting for us and then were sent outside to play till supper or the street lights came on whichever came first. 3 stations on the TV and everything was black and white. Mom sent me to the store on my bike with 50 cents to buy milk and a loaf of bread and I got to keep the change for running the errand for her. Remember when a nickel was 'big money?' You could buy a candy bar for a nickel and it was a big bar. Another nickel and you could get a bottle of pop.I just use the letter c. 29c for example. Close enough.
Chick, you must be about my age, I remember all these. I think I was in 5th grade too when JFK was shot. Brother and I had gone home for lunch, it was 3 blocks. We had veg beef soup. Back to school, playground deserted. Had aliens captured everybody? But no, we could hear voices coming from the church. Peeked in, the whole school was there praying, every student, teacher, nun and priest. What's going on? Shh, go find your class, the President's been shot ... next thing in my memory, at home, watching the funeral, little John John saluting his father's coffin. Horrible, horrible. I'm 71.
I'm 71 also, a 1853 baby and child of the good old days.
Speaking of pop. Anybody remember gathering up pop bottles and taking them back to the store to get enough money to buy a candy bar?
We also drank from the hose, rode in the back of pick up trucks and somehow managed to grow to adulthood.