REMINISCING

 

 

SEEMS I REMEMBER THE PAST BETTER THAN YESTERDAY

 

I remember

Winding my wristwatch in the morning and winding my alarm clock at night.

 

Telephones with an operator and pay phones.

 

Muscle cars, but they were hard to start on cold mornings.

1964 Pontiac 409
409 cubic inch engine
And then there was the Oldsmobile 442
and that is cubic inches

 

Black and white movies: a dime to get in, a dime for popcorn, and a nickel coke.

The birth of Rock and Roll music.

 

Radios with vacuum tubes.

 

Household fans.

 

Water-coolers for cars before air conditioning.

 

Bopping at the high school hop

 

Ice boxes and ice delivery – a penny a pound, and ice picks to chip the ice

 

Nickle soft drinks in cold water boxes

 

Black and white TV with rabbit ears

The Steve Allen Show and The Killer

Changing tires: a necessary skill

Flat tires were a normal occurance.

 

10c comic books.

 

Soda fountains.

Writing in cursive

 

Straight Arrow, was my favorite radio show.

And the list could easily go on…

 

KANEEWAH FURY

the Ol’Buzzard

 

Let’s stipulate this: I’m old – fucking old.  My time is measured In years, not decades.   Once you hit a certain marker (different for different people) you no longer become relevant in present-day society.

 

 I don’t belong in the culture of today; I am a dinosaur in the age of the metaverse. I don’t care for rap music and don’t know who Taylor Swift is.  I am not up on the latest technologies and don’t live with a cell phone in my hands.  

Most of all, the memories that are a part of me – of my time, are like ancient Egyptian ruins; meaningless in this era.  

 

the very Ol'Buzzard