Mine came on a stone tablet...Was your AARP letter delivered via Pony Express like GNT's?
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Dude named Moses brought it...
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Mine came on a stone tablet...Was your AARP letter delivered via Pony Express like GNT's?
GNTLGNT
...it was by carrier pigeon you blockhead.....Was your AARP letter delivered via Pony Express like GNT's?
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And everybody watched pretty much the same show on the same night.Oh my God - this thread...all of this stuff. Friday nights = Love Boat/Fantasy Island. And then Don Kirshner's Rock Concert if I could stay up late enough. Grew up in the Chicago suburbs, so Saturday night was Son of Svengoolie, and WGN always had a late night movie on at 10:30pm. This was how I was able to see movies like Psycho, Bonnie & Clyde, The Dirty Dozen, and a thousand more.
I remember throwing a softball with my best friend in the street..... packing lunch into our bike baskets and riding a mile from the house for a picnic, and no one having to worry about us..... picking wild strawberries in Mr. Brown's field and him running us out of the apple tree because he was afraid we'd fall and get hurt..... trick or treating and Mrs. Brown would have us come inside for hot cider and home made popcorn balls..... Trying to pet the pigs at my Grandpa's and him telling me they'd bite me..... Grandpa showing me a nest of baby mice, and catching a katydid for me to see..... Laughing with my brother. How I miss those times.
And I grew up in a small town. 911 was active and well in many a big city before it came to us. Everybody knew everybody. One day shortly after it went into service, an elderly lady (whose son happens to own a good bit of the businesses and real estate in the town) called 911. She didn't have an emergency, just needed her friend Betsy's phone number. She was confusing it with 411 - information. So the 911 operator looked up Betsy's number and gave it to her!
Was your AARP letter delivered via Pony Express like GNT's?
GNTLGNT
....and Don Rickles kibitzed......Betty White hand delivered them.
...and every commercial had the same 800 number to call. 1-800-257-1234....I can remember when TBS out of Atlanta started broadcasting in my home town. Up until then you had channel 4 (NBC), channel 7 (ABC), channel 11 (CBS), and channel 13 (PBS). Almost overnight the whole town was Atlanta Braves baseball fans....lol.
LMAO..that was my elementary also, Kidd. I've mentioned this before, our Principal, Mr. Jackie Johnson, would roam the hallways with the ever present Marlboro Red tucked into the corner of his mouth. He'd sometimes stroll into the classroom, ask how we all were as he lit up then tell us all to behave ourselves and return to his patrol of the hallways. I didn't even think anything about it until much later on when I was older.Many times in elementary school I was sent to teacher's lounge to deliver message...
Took forever to find right teacher...
Cigarette smoke was too thick to see through...
I've told this story here before, but will again because I'm old and that's what we do.Abusive gym teachers
I think when I was in middle school and high school, teachers who were too nasty for regular teaching and had a violent streak became gym teachers. One of the nastiest I had was in middle school. The guy was the coach of the JV high school basketball team but he wasn't at the high school because he got kicked out over complaint of violence against a student. So, what did they do? they sent him to the middle school and he still got to coach high school basketball. Even as horrible as middle school kids are, we knew not to mess with that guy. He didn't really speak, he just grunted and he always had a toothpick in his mouth. If any of us did anything wrong, we all ran laps all period. He actually liked to make us run laps all period because he would get to go inside and watch us out the window and not have to do anything.
I've told this story here before, but will again because I'm old and that's what we do.
My husband played football and baseball. They had a coach that would randomly pop the guys in the nutz to check to see if they were wearing their cup. Just flat out hit them in the crotch with his hand. People's heads would explode in this day and age if that was happening now.