Merry Andrew wrote:I was driving a second-hand Dodge Dart in '68 and living in a third-floor walkup in Boston's North End. But I drank in some of the finest cafes and cocktail lounges in town.
I wasn't driving yet. But I had my eye on my dad's '63 Valiant with 3 on the tree.
Would you please explain what "3 on the tree" means, panzade?
Us young folk aren't familiar with such archaic terms.
I think sturgis approaches my age, g'help him (but I think he's not there yet).
ossobuco wrote:I think sturgis approaches my age, g'help him (but I think he's not there yet).
I was created during the Eisenhower administration of the 1950's. (next year will be double nickles...55) I can't for the life of me figger why people think I am a young whippersnapper...maybe that 28 year stint of teaching high school students helped
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How old are you, osso? 23? 24?
sturgis wrote: I can't for the life of me figger why people think I am a young whippersnapper
Maybe because you always hang around the "Power Rangers" threads?
gustavratzenhofer wrote:sturgis wrote: I can't for the life of me figger why people think I am a young whippersnapper
Maybe because you always hang around the "Power Rangers" threads?
Huh? No, no, no... you are confusing that with where I said I
wear Power Ranger threads.
Nah, sturgis is one more mid baby boomer.
I am ollllllllllllllllllllllllllld. But, y'know, not entirely.
I'm about to be 64. (......!!!)
Sometime around 1966, Newsweek's man of the year was the 25 year old person. I was 25 at the end of that year. They were right, not only from the point of view of what was conceptual then, boomerdom. That year was a sort of cusp of points of view, then, more later, and diminishingly now. I have a foot in both sensibilities, re pre '66, but more toes in the latter.
(man of the year?)
Er, all of you reading this who are 48 or 52, it ain't far to 63.
We are all, over decades, not all so different, we just think we are.
Yep. '68 to 'o5 is not much of a stretch.
osso wrote:I'm about to be 64.
The Beatle's song is now more applicable than ever, huh?
Yeh, and then Claudine Longet.
Whatever, Life Goes On...
Well, you look damn good for your age. And your mind is only now beginning to slip.
My mind started to slip just about the time it really got going.
How about yours, my pearl?
My mind never has been in gear.
uh...what is a 'mind' please? I think I lost mine sometime in 1968 (if I ever had one).
gustavratzenhofer wrote:Would you please explain what "3 on the tree" means, panzade?
Us young folk aren't familiar with such archaic terms.
Mr. Bull-honky, that's you.
For those too young to remember: Plymouth Valiants had a 3 gear stickshift built into the steering column. It was fun to burn rubber with that slant 6 engine.
I started driving with steering column change, many cars had had it in Europe.
Many American cars had that three-speed shift sticking out of the steering column back then, too. In fact, we thought that four-on-the-floor was a European or Japanese innovation. But by then most Americans were preferring automatic transmissions and the manual types were becoming more and more rare.
Forty years since the start of the Prague Spring
today's the day
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been thinking about it quite a bit
a few families running from Czechoslovakia arrived in my hometown later in 1968 - with the kids starting in my school in the autumn of that year
I remember adults talking about Dubcek, and trying to learn about him from our local paper - which wasn't too helpful - but it seemed exciting - until August when it became really scary
