Also Listening to that newfangled FM radio stuff like KLOS said:KMET, was it them that did on Sundays the "seventh day" I think it was called, where they played 7 albums all the way through with no commercials.
Also Listening to that newfangled FM radio stuff like KLOS said:KMET, was it them that did on Sundays the "seventh day" I think it was called, where they played 7 albums all the way through with no commercials.
I grew up a few blocks from Wrigley Field when I was a kid in the 60's and we used to wait for the Cub players come out an hour or so after the game to get in their cars & go home outside the stadium. We rarely had a buck to enter the stadium to watch the game.
They would always make the time to autograph baseball cards etc. and talk to us kids. Mr. Cub, Ernie Banks my baseball idol back then was there for us as well as Billy Williams & Ron Santo to name a few. Jack Brickhouse the Cub's announcer was one of the nicest guys you could meet. He really loved chatting with us kids. The players couldn't possibly do that these days without getting attacked or something. Those were the days.
Railway carriages with corridors up one side and separated compartments like in old films. The last time I was in one was from Glasgow to Oban early 1980's. Cars with wipers that pointed down instead of up and had trafficators which popped out the side (I called them "dog's ears indicators"). Bus conductors especially one big woman who ruled the bus with an iron fist. Butcher shops that had sides of beef hanging right next to you as you stood in the sawdust covered floor in the cue. Going to school in short trousers in the snow.
I lived in central Illinois during that time; around the Pekin-Peoria area. My dad used to take me to Cubs games in the summer at least once or twice every summer. He showed me where to wait, like you, for the players to emerge after the game. I met my hero, Ron Santo, and I also got a photo (since lost it) of Jim Hickman.
My grandmother on my dad's side was engaged to Jack Brickhouse but broke up with him and married my grandfather instead.
My dad & a buddy of his had a plane, & I remember standing in the cockpit door of airliners, & asking reasonably intelligent questions of the pilots...Sometimes getting invited in for a minute or 2 before the plane took off.. Imagine if a kid did that today...
:thmbsp:Yes. The first that happened was take one.pass the rest back. Then the teacher said don't smell them. Next we all put them to our faces and inhaled.
Between inhaling asbestos, sniffing the dittos, eating school paste and rolling mercury around with our fingers, I'm surprised any of us made it this far.
Was it this one?
Air raid siren going off every Saturday at 12:00 noon.