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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Fretting out, Jul 9, 2019.
Flushing indoor dunnies and hot water on tap.... mmm
Generation X here
grateful for the gimlet eye attitude toward authority
Man landing on the moon.
I'm mighty thankful that most irritating devices have an "off" switch. Even the loudest, most annoying units don't make much of an impact on daily life once they are switched off.
I just remembered. I'm glad I saw the time when you answered your phone, and no one ever asked, "Where are you?"
Lots of love, joy, fun, silliness, study, hard work, struggle, tears, perseverance, determination, friends, family, spirit, and I remember the wonderful night I met her, all sorts of things. I don’t know what all of them mean.
I remember shooting down mistletoe with a .22,
singing at people’s deathbeds,
giant rats on the street walking home after car broke down,
seniors dancing in WVA,
my guitar getting dinged by my freshman Roomate,
my Royal typewriter,
Varsol and cadmium red all-nighters, memorizing Carlin’s cusswords,
talking to the adults,
Sil Lum Tao,
walking through cornfields,
changing a stranger’s flat,
a stray black cat peeing on my feet in my sleeping bag,
playing king of the hill,
singing at funerals,
burying my cat in the rain,
trying to bring a cat back to life after he’d been hit by a car,
eating next to the Governor in Texas, seeing the Rolling Stones with my Mom,
touching my Grandad’s hand in his coffin,
walking barefoot in the snow,
first time on a tractor,
crawling up my steps,
Xeroxing my face,
fishing in S.C. with Dax in my hair, birds,
nail guns and prefab,
Redd Volkaert and Cindy Cashdollar, animal skull in a Haitian field,
my Mom wore Shalimar,
my favorite cat dying in my arms, our VW bug catching fire at the gas station,
drilling on a tall ladder,
chicken and dumplings,
horse-riding through the cliffs in Honduras,
rolling Drum cigarettes,
finding a dumpster full of magazines, walking to the A&P on Providence Road,
breath-fog at away soccer games, Cuban cigars in Germany,
breaking my arm and foot,
cutting down our Christmas tree with my brother,
letting go of the discus and wondering if I beat Michael’s throw,
Going under anesthesia,
Hostess apple pies,
putting on my football pads and burnt cork under my eyes,
Campilongo at the Living Room,
New Orleans cemetery,
chess on the Amtrak train with the cafe clerk,
the white hole-top ashtrays in Spain, crisp air of New Paltz,
my Mother’s voice,
the top of the Empire State Building, my family in the audience during a show at the Chameleon Club in Atlanta,
hockey game in Pittsburg,
jet ski on Lake Norman,
monkey rolls in wrestling practice,
Mayan ruin off the beach in the Yucatán,
first chew of tobacco,
holding my breath in the pool,
eating cactus in Santa Fe,
crabbing in N.C.,
guy on my car hood in Key West, Federal Sixty Minute Man,
Rufus Thomas in Memphis,
sliding on the icy roads,
scrambled eggs with grits,
scraping barnacles off the boat, shaking Ricky Steamboat’s hand, riding in Chip’s Fairlaine with my new switchblade,
first chainsaw cut,
sailing on the river,
stars at night in the ocean,
throwing up from working so hard on stage,
giving all my Nietzsche away,
bench presses in the cold basement, incense in the shop in Woodstock, learning the Bobcat,
bagboy check cashed buying L.A. Woman,
the slicked back hair of Danny Gatton before his set,
gurgling down dirt roads in my ‘69 220,
playing Horse against the barn hoop, welding blue,
the thud of my shotput,
boiled peanut brown bags in Georgia, snorkeling in the Bahamas,
Morgan silver dollar,
digging forts for Army,
flea markets in the mountains,
MT. Vernon picnic,
airbrakes on the 750,
seashell hunting at the inlet at sunrise,
visitation of my favorite college professor,
skating the launch ramp,
sneaking into R movies,
hands free 10 speed,
lamb’s brains in Los Angeles,
my grandfather showing me how to use a slingshot,
rope swing into the river,
car cruising with my h.s. buddies, playing my Mom’s 45s,
carrying my Premiere snare drum to school,
slurpies and Cokes in the green bottles,
lion roaring at the Santa Barbara zoo,
too many thoughts and I’ll be up at 5:30.
Despite people criticizing them because of misuse- the mobile 'phone.
They send nessages faster than lightning all over the world, you can converse with people wherever you are, good safety device for ambulance, police etc., god for kid's to know where they, spontaneous and/or unusual photos are and all sorts of things.
Used properly they are as good as a flushing toilet.
Saw Hendrix and Chicago on the same stage one night.
Watched seven hours of The Rolling Stones live in back to back sets in the 1970s. Saw John Fahey live. Long branch Pennywhistle ( J D Souther / Glenn Frey- pre Eagles) live. Jackson Browne In 1969. Tim Hardin live. Was surfing before there were wetsuits and got to experience a 20-foot day on my board. Have had the opportunity to play some guitars that were so much better than me it’s ridiculous—even own some of those. I am glad I grew up without so much technology. I remember summers that lasted forever.
A lot of people had 8 bit computers in the 1980s, 70s too...
Yes but they weren’t pervasive as they are now. And most of them were pretty expensive.
I’ll admit I’m on the internet like anyone else, but another poster hit the nail on the head that it’s a luxury and a tool and being around before everyone had the internet gives me a respect and appreciation and amazement every time I use it, and I try not to take it for granted.
I always hate when I’m out in public and there’s people with their phones yelling that they aren’t fast enough, then I think to myself about when I was introduced to the internet there was a dial up modem that you were lucky if it connected in 5 minutes and just forget your evening if you’re gonna download something.
I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with modern technology I just think people need to realize all of it isn’t a necessity, and to lighten up and appreciate the power they have access to that was unimaginable to their grandparents
I was just saying I was glad I caught a time before kids get plugged in when they’re 5 years old , .
Yes I know it has to do with specific parents and some are doing a wonderful job.
But most children I see in my area of the country are glued to screens when they’re out in public.
I remember a time when My parents would take me to a restaurant and us kids knew to behave , now if you go to a restaurant where there’s children if they don’t have a tablet in their hands their running all over the place.
It just saddens me a little that a lot of our youth needs constant electronic stimulation and are living in a synthetic world....... ( my nephew would rather watch on a screen something being done than give it a try for himself even if he could benefit or have fun)
I digress.... ranted too much
Exactly!!! Ha you’re either at the house they called or in a phone booth
Reminds me of my dad telling me a story of a contractor that got one of the first car phones in the county, every time he’d make a call to someone he’d have to make sure and tell them he’s making a call from his truck amazing right
That also reminds me of when my grandfather had a phone installed in his truck and I thought it was the coolest craziest thing
And the first time I saw a floppy disk I was mesmerized.
Seeing your part about police reminds me of my dad telling me stories about police around here in small country towns where if you drunkenly ran your car off the road they’d help pull your car out call you a dumb bottom for doing it and just send you on home. ( oh and if you were under 18 take your supplies)
My dad also told me of stories of walking into the local taverns and being able to get served at age 16, as long as they sat in the back and didn’t make trouble which they never did.
( I’m not condoning underage drinking or dui and personally don’t drink anymore, just giving perspective about my area back then)
Lol. I'm greateful to have lived in a time when we gave eachother more "benefit of the doubt". When we didn't interpret everything someone said or wrote in the worst possible manor.
did Gen Xers invent that?
1955, I've walked to that A&P... up Huntley Place. And Screwy Huey at the lunch counter in Park Place Pharmacy.
I'm grateful for being part of the last (?) generation of kids allowed to roam the neighborhood freely until dark or mom called.
I'm grateful for being able to remember a world without internet, but not for the usual old curmudgeon reasons. I remember my dad having a computer hooked up to our tv in the early 80s. It seemed like the future. I wish I could remember the model. I want to say it was made by Texas Instruments.
I remember getting an Atari.
These things seemed so monumental and amazing. I hope the current generation gets to have an equivalent experience.
we invented everything!
I'm grateful that people my age enjoyed working when we were kids. I grew up in a small farm town and I worked for a farmer from the age of 12-16. At 16 I worked in a large grocery store and a restaurant. At 18 I worked in a music store and made pizzas at a pizza place.
All my friends were like that. If there was a job at a big supermarket or a restaurant and if a bunch of kids your age worked there (cute girls helped) then you enjoyed doing whatever and you earned some spending money.
No one griped about making $5.00 and hour to do a simple job. We just hung out and worked. I think that we were all like that. That got lost at some point (I think). I thought it was good for me then and I'm still glad today that I got out of the house and did something to earn a few bucks.