Remember when...

I was negative two years old.

 

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This was the second biggest reason I couldn't wait to turn 21. When I was little my parents would bring back buckets of coins from casinos just so i could look through the coins. But by the time I turned 21 everything became player's club cards and receipts

 

Remember the original "Get Smart" show, the cone of silence, and his sport car the Sunbeam Alpine /Tiger My first car, red convertible, canvas top, but not with the Ford 289

 

I agree... it's not counterfeiting, and it's been years since I've heard of such little alterations actually working.

By the way, do you, ahem, "remember" when the Titanic sank? Was a rough night, wasn't it? I could barely sleep....

 

Only Doug could believably use that line.

 

Remember when the bugler hit a bad note?

 

I don't remember that. My earliest memory was that they were 10 cents.

 

You remember when everyone had a two-color TV set: black & white?

And when was the last time anyone saw a TV repairman?

 

Wait... you mean I can't "remember" things that happened long before I was born? And to think I was just about to tell of that time when I watched George Washington chuck a dollar-sized hunk of slate across the Rappahannock too.

 

Do you remember the nuclear explosions?

 

I remember when I had a Macintosh computer with a 5mb hard drive as big as a turntable...

 

No, but I remember sonic booms.

 

Oh yeah! Used to hear them all day long from Voodoos taking off from West Hampton AFB.

 

Yes, your singing my song as well.

 

No, but I was ready for it. I remember duck and cover in the 3rd grade.

 

ducking is not gonna do you any real good

 

A kid in my class during duck and cover called out "now, kiss your ... goodbye." I thought the teacher was going to kill him.

 

Sure it did.... made some feel better, and sometimes that alone is worth the effort.

 

It helps if you're an eight year old kid!

 

I was referring to those blinding flashbulbs.

I remember the duck and cover bull. I even asked my teacher how a wooden desk was going to save me from a concrete ceiling. Of course all I got for an answer was a dirty look.