Back right after the Earth cooled, I had a part time job as a full service Gas Station Attendant. (I capitalize because I was a professional.) In addition to all of the above, I checked air pressure in all tires and adjusted right at the pump. And for the life of me, I have no idea what I used to decide the proper psi for each car. :idea:
I remember the horse drawn ice wagon that came around selling blocks of ice for our "ice box". Always a gang of us kids around it begging for a sliver of ice.
As kids, we used to get dry ice from the milkman, after he was finished delivering ice cream. We'd put it in a bucket of water and watch it boil and spew fog.
When moding your Ford meant shackles, lead, chopped Lincoln fender skirts, blue dot tail lights and installing a rear seat speaker!
When the gas station had to look up your credit card number in that annoying little book with super thin pages to make sure it was not stolen.
When you went out for the evening and you checked to make sure you had at least one dime in your pocket to make a telephone call.
When you went out for a burger and fries and they were made with real meat and did not have calorie listed on the package. Then you went to the tasty freeze for an ice cream desert.
When it was time for dinner your mom yelled your name outside because that was where you were playing.
And her voice carried a loooooong ways. Heaven help you if she used your first and last name, because that meant you either didn't hear the first call or you were in deep doo-doo! :eek6:
First Middle and Last name when being called from afar by Mom is time for self introspection as to what the heck you did ....this time.