I remember when flat tires were quite common, and needing to use my jack and lug wench more than a few times.
I’m jinxing myself now I suppose, but I haven’t had a flat or blowout (other than gradually losing air) in years now, maybe decades.
Either tire technology has gotten better, or the city is cleaning the streets better.
Which leads me to: finding these long, thin metal sticks in the streets and gutters, maybe a foot long. I collected them, and Dad used to incorporate them into these very abstract metal sculptures he used to weld together.
Many years later, I finally figured out what those thin metal sticks were; they’d fall off of those spinning street cleaner brushes as they’d go by.
My high school girlfriend and I used to fool around to the Tangerine Dream cuts off the Risky Business soundtrack. Some of the happiest memories of a largely misspent adolescence!
I would go with my mom to the A&P grocery store because they gave stamps and I liked pasting them into the stamp books. This one time we couldn’t get the stamps because the ladies at the checkout were bawling inconsolably. Elvis had just died.
I remember being 10 years old in Brooklyn and walking the five blocks to my grandma’s house. I was walking along and this guy was waxing his car. 6 other guys jump him and he looks around desperate and breaks off his antenna and proceeds to whip the 6 guys and they couldn’t get near him!
I always thought growing up from that experience that would be my backup defense plan and then they had to make the radio’s without antennas. The nerve of them!
Oh man, what about shrinky-dinks? I forgot about those for thirty-plus years, then my kids come home with some. I guess they’ve been lurking out there, amusing kids without flash or marketing?
Oh fuck. The Thing Maker. Creepy Crawlers. Toys with a hot plate that had no ground wire. That children had to have a bowl of water right next to it. The 60s were a special time. And of course, when we were not actually cooking lizards, we would pour water on the hot plate to watch it boil and steam. The smell of PlastiGoop cooking. The smell of PlastiGoop burning. A truly horrible smell. I miss those times.
My friend Alex and I spent weeks and months making those little lizards to go with our Lego space ships. The scorpions on the same mold became their enemies. We literally made hundreds of them. All in different colors to show what army they were in. Nostalgiasplosion!!
I remember it because we had taken Flight 104 to Frankfurt the day before, and returned to the US on Flight 103 (obviously not the same aircraft) a week or so later.