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Ramster you summed up my early childhood to a tee. I did all those things.
I miss staying up late on a Friday night to watch Johnny Carson followed by the announcement that the station had come to the end of it’s day of programming and was signing off.
I miss the milkman coming to the door to drop off your order and take your order for the next delivery.
I miss packing something to eat and piling into the car with my folks and my brother and going to the drive-in movies.
I miss the elementary school lunches tasting so damn good because they were made by moms who worked there. And all you had to do was bring a nickel for milk money.
As a teen I miss rolling a few up on the way to see Led Zeppelin, The Who & Aerosmith and flirting with all the girlies wearing faded jeans and tube tops.
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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