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Lesson over, the hostess announces: “It’s time to get started! Gentlemen, rise and go to the ladies.” No one moves. Our feet are frozen. The air is thick with pre-teen angst. To our horror, from under her dress she produces a cattle prod. Oh, you don’t believe that, huh? Hey, give me credit for trying.… Continue reading Meanwhile, back at the Cotillion….

Big news for our little corner of suburbia. You have to understand that at this point, the county was still 80% rural. There was a ‘farming/agriculture’ section in the weekly paper as well as special features on Sunday. Market prices for Produce and meat were posted daily. These generations of farmers/rural dwellers were now senior… Continue reading There’s a House in the Street (Part 2)

The winds they talk of changes coming. One street down from me, there was a large split-level on the corner of the main road, larger than most of the two- and three-bedroom post-war abodes on the block. The boy in the house was ‘one of those.’ He was younger and he’d ride up to the… Continue reading There’s a House in the Street (Part One)

OK, I know you recognize it. We’ll get there…. An ‘it’ girl in the 60’s was usually very young , single, attractive/cute and up to date with the latest styles and trends. Pat DiNuzio knew about Jean Shrimpton and her legs: And David Bowie had Twiggy aka ‘Twink the Wonder kid’: Laugh-in spawned several ‘It’… Continue reading Those ‘IT’ Girls

Once you finished elementary school, Mad magazine somehow slipped into your brain. Parents didn’t like it, but older brothers had been reading it in the 50’s. In those days, ‘funny books’ (aka comics) were only for little kids. No ‘book-length’ comics. Marvel was just getting on their feet–Spidey, F4, Daredevil. No X Men yet. Batman… Continue reading Mad Magazine and Laugh-In

This WAS the 60’s in so many ways. After discussing the old man smoking in the clothing store, my gut kept nudging me to write about the cigarette culture/ethos. So let’s begin and we’ll see how it goes. The sixties were a time when cigarettes were changing. In the second war, they were handed out… Continue reading Cigarettes–The 60’s Currency (Men Only, if you please)

If that brings a smile to your face, then you’re over 60 (and still cool). After school was still spent looking for scary movies. I’d pop in to see Jim O’Brien (later, Wee Willy Weber) on Dialing For Dollars (‘count and the amount’), just ’cause he was on WFIL……..now I could see his face! Brady… Continue reading Life beyond Bullwinkle (II)

Overture, please: Time to Graduate to more important things other than “Hokey-smoke, Bullwinkle!” As I grew and cartoons faded, I staked out my own programs for night time viewing. Instead of hitting the hay when Perry Mason started (I remember that music so well!), I could watch the big TV in the cellar while the… Continue reading 60’s TV: Post Bullwinkle

How wonderful life can be! You may not believe this, but the nearest movie theater to my house was a drive-in! Two towns over, around 15 minutes away, this gigantic screen erupted in an area covered with grazing cows and wind-tossed crops. Kinda hard to miss. You put that little noise box on the driver’s… Continue reading The Drive-In

Good afternoon. I am the Irony inspector. I examine all blog posts to flag statements that bear the hallmarks of sweaty-earlobe irony. I apologize for interrupting this broadcast of ‘The Young and the Extremely Restless.” The blogger stated in his last post that ‘there is no accordion in rock and roll.’ This statement was rendered… Continue reading We Interrupt this program for an important message