It's been very quiet here in NYC. The COVID-19 has affected everything.. Less people = less FOG's I was surprised to find these today.. Cleaned them well! Stay safe my freinds.. Wash your hands!
I would love to have a sit down and chat with you. 10 years younger then you. Would love to hear someone else tell me what thing were like as a kid. My shits getting old
Half-time intermissions at the movies, so to go up and buy snacks at the concession counter. Wonder what year they went extinct?
I'm sure that you had your excitement as a youngster. But, all we had was talking back then, and I love stories about real life.
I have found plenty of billfolds in my life. One of my happier moments was when I found one in a street walking my dog which had an address on it. I simply walked it over to the house and the mother of the kid who lost it was so happy I brought it to them. It made my day!
The Saturday Morning programs lasted almost 4 hours. It was 13 cents to get in and 12 cents for popcorn and a drink. There was a newsreel. It was primarily about the war in Korea or other national news, mostly military. Very few people had TV then. There were several color cartoons. All that was mixed in with 4 serials. One each Western, Science Fiction, Mystery and Romantic. We needed an intermission.
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@Inspector43 My mom shared a story with us about her youth in the 1950's in Puerto Rico. Her dad took them for the first time to see a western showing at a new town theater. A few weeks later they went to see another western with the same actor. Her dad stated with confusion.. "Wait, he's still alive? But he died in the last move".. He didn't understand yet the concept of acting. Since they lived in the country they were restricted to entertainment activities.
When we were first married, we relocated (job transfer) and rented an apartment in a gated community complex next to a small lake. Each night we would go for a stroll and she would find five to ten coins. She became so good at spotting them, she could see them, in the dark, from a mile away, well maybe not a mile (you know what I mean). We lived there four years before returning home. In that span of time her tally @ $.60 to .70 cents per night must have approached $1000.00. She would chase down paper currency wafting across supermarket and mall parking lots, mostly ones, fives and once a twenty. Love that Woman!!! Ps. She is still a very active Fog-er, but proceeds from our excursions have dwindled dramatically. Since my eyesight is less than perfect, she has the upper hand, as in everything else, which is fine with me. It makes for a good relationship.