So I got this book for Christmas, and just started it over the weekend. Besides being just a story and plot (so far), it does something odd for me. It reminds me of a time I never lived thru. It that odd. I was born in the mid 70s, but I have this nostaligia for this time period.
I suppose it's my dad, who I was very close to growing up. In the late 70s/early 80s we used to go visit his father, a retired barber in a small town in SC. The town probably has not changed at all since the 50s. We would go into my grandfathers barber shop Sat. mornings and wait til he was done for the morning. His customers were all old guys with crew cuts, pocket protectors, thick glasses... they all smoked (and used lots of profanity, I do remember...).... and he always had the oldies station playing on his transistor radio by the barber chair. My dad had told me then that the shop had not changed one bit since he was a boy.
After grandpa was done cutting hair, we would go to the diner. Concrete floor, screen door..... it had an oldies jukebox, and the waitresses all looked like they were 100 years old, and had all been the original wait staff from the 50s era (and the old ladies still wore those Mel's Diner looking outfits). Dad said the diner there had not changed a bit either.
We would also hit up the Wool Worth to. They had a soda fountain behind the counter, and also stools you could sit on. One odd thing I remember was a wall of Campbells Soup cans stacked from the floor to the ceiling. But there was never oldies here. Just muzak from the PA.
Sorry for the boring post, but I just wanted to share. I cant help but thinking of my grandpas small town when I read this story....