Yeah... makes ya kinda wonder what the future will look like. Maybe that part of why we cling to our old FSJ relics like we do. They remind us of better times? It's a little sad to look back on my youth, at how things were, and know those days are fading into the dust of history. I'll never have kids but the nephews and nieces are still living proof of how times change. It's not all bad, and everything back then was not all candy and ice cream cones... but I am thankful I got to grow up when and how I did.
Riding my bike:
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wherever I wanted. My mutt dog chasing along behind with never a leash to be seen.
Enjoying Scouts and earning my Eagle when it still meant something and the program was a political disaster.
Hammering nails in trees to build a fort and not having some environmental group try and have me killed.
Sliding around in the back of our 69 Caprice because seat belts were never thought of while freezing because the R12 coming out of the vents would turn you blue.
And a trip to The basement where my dad had his hobby, Lionel trains. It smelled faintly of mildew and WD40. Off in the corner was his tool collection and the "fancy" SnapOn toolbox.
It's funny... all those tools and I can't remember a day ever seeing him work on a car. I do remember getting the belt for borrowing tools without asking and not putting them back.
We had an original Dairy Queen in our town. It was sort of an A frame, stand alone place and all the windows were just screen. You walked up and ordered and handed actual money to the friendly worker when they handed you some hot food. I can almost smell the hot dogs cooking.
Sigh... well, enough of memory lane for now. Time to head to storage to grab some stuff in preparation for this weekends adventures of Jeep. Maybe I'll say hi to Dads old "fancy" toolbox while I'm there.
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