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It was totally intentional Funny I was thinking 3 was the limit and I wasn't the only one. I wonder how many I could have done before I was suspended. Could have possibly done hundreds before anyone was on who cared and noticed. I was just feeling goofy having some fun entertaining myself for a bit.

Fair 'nuf: it just seemed "odd."

Remember when your parents threw away your comic books?

After months of rumors, Heritage Auctions confined this week that it will be bringing the greatest comic collection to surface in at least forty years to market.
5,000 books, mostly from 1943-1951 with some books on either side of that time frame. Most seem to be newsstand fresh and will be the finest examples known. Comics are graded on a 10 point system and it is pretty rare for seventy-five-year-old books to rat much above a 6. The samples shown from this collection are mostly 9.4-9.8s, unheard of in books this old.
The collection was put together by two brothers beginning in 1943, and the two bought a copy of almost every comic published. In 1950, as the story is being told, the older brother was either drafted or volunteered to join the Army and the younger brother enlisted just before his 18th birthday. Supposedly they made a promise to each other to keep their beloved comic collection intact, no matter what happened.
The younger brother was killed in Korea and the older brother, true to his word never let anything happen to their comics.
At some point in the 1990s, a family friend convinced the now elderly older brother to buy protective sheets and backing boards for the collection and told the brother he was sitting on about $100,000 worth of books.
The older brother died last year and the family contacted a local antique dealer who declined to even drive out to look at the books.
A family member bought a few samples to a comic-book store but after being told the size and scope of the collection the owner told them it was way too big for him to handle but he would happily act as an agent and see that the family got top dollar for the books.
Just getting the 5,000 books graded and certified would cost roughly $250,000, before any cosmetic surgery might be done to improve some books. Two private collectors tried to purchase the entire collection but their offers fell short. If the majority of the books are as good as the samples and most of the key books are represented, the collection is worth many many millions. Ten to fifteen million is the number being tossed around, with some saying it's possible that it might total twenty million or more.
Evidently, most family members were unaware of the books and the few that did thought they were worth around $100,000-$250,000 range.
I'm thinking there is some question as to who actually owns the books and this may end up in long-drawn-out court fights.
When the younger brother died, legally his comics should have gone to his parents, not his brother, unless there was something in writing . If that was the case, his other siblings and their descendants should be entitled to a piece of the action.

Remember when you collected baseball cards as a kid, and then clipped them onto your bike with a clothes pin to have them make cool, snapping noises when your wheels went around?

Good grief, I had a couple shoe boxes of those cards, and I got rid of them long ago: ah, hindsight ...

On a related note: remember "Mars Attacks" cards, put out by Tops in 1962?

I was too young for both the Mars Attacks and Civil War cards Topps put out in the early 1960s. As a kid, I'd occasionally find one or two of them but not many. In the early 1980s, a friend got permission to reprint 10,000 sets of the Mars Attacks cards and I finally got a whole set of them. Negotiations to put out a reprint set of the Civil War cards went nowhere, and a few people made bootleg sets.
In the mid1990s, Topps sold off much of their artwork from its vault and I was lucky enough to win three pieces of the original art from the Mars Attacks set. I sold one but still have the other two.
I finally put together a complete set of civil war cards, and recently finished off my mid-1960s Green Beret trading card set. That is a hard set to assemble as a few cards were short printed.

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Quote: MrV

Good grief, I had a couple shoe boxes of those cards, and I got rid of them long ago: ah, hindsight ...

If comic books and baseball cards were never thrown away today they would be worthless.

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1963 - "Louie Louie" - the song that created a scandal
the singer had just gotten braces and had a sore throat so the words were unintelligible
rumors spread that the lyrics were real dirty (for that era)
specifically the kids said the lyrics went..........."tonight at ten I'll **** her again"
it wasn't true - those weren't the lyrics but parents were outraged when they heard about it
believe it or not the FBI was called in and investigated
nothing came of it because the FBI couldn't figure out what the words actually were either

the song is rough and tough and IMHO - although many won't agree - it's one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time

the blonde at 1:33 in the vid sure looks niche to me

the 2nd vid shows college students eating the song up 20 years later

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So weird. Found a website that has pictures of my local area where I grew up posted by people from their private collection of photos. Most I had never seen before from the 20s and 30s and up through the seventies. After looking at these for almost an hour I started to get almost panic attack feelings. I felt like I so much did not want to go back to that era of no smartphones, no internet, no color TV, no heart transplants, carbureted cars that would not start in the winter, no Walmart, where everything took forever to do.

When our son was stationed in the Middle East off and on for 10 years my wife would Skype with him at least once a week. If you had a son in Vietnam in the sixties and seventies chances are you would never hear from him other than letters the whole time he was gone. If you were on leave in Saigon you could go to Western Union and for $3 you could talk for 10 minutes to someone in the States. But the lines were so long you had to wait hours standing in 90 degree heat with 90% humidity, it just wasn't worth it to most GI's. I have no nostalgia at all for pre-computer days. How much time did I spend in the 80s going to antique auctions where I had to use maps to figure out exactly where the auction was. Unthinkable now.

"Keep Portland Weird" is our mantra here in Stumptown.

The Kingsmen were a Portland band, they recorded "Louie Louie" locally; my wife recalls seeing them perform at sockhops / dances at a local roller rink.

In their own inimitable style, Portlanders have been paying homage to The Kingsmen for many years; we have a week long celebration called The Rose Festival and it kicks off with a nighttime parade called the Starlight Parade.

To me, the highlight of the parade is watching a huge throng of former, probably washed up tuba, horn and drum players drunkenly careen through the streets, playing "Louie Louie."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8AlkCuyf1M

The American Legion Post in Bisbee recently re-opened after not having a home for several years. When the old Post closed, lots of stuff was just packed in boxes and put in storage.
This spring, much of the stuff was opened and examined for the first time in years.
One of the boxes had a framed letter of accommodation from the Arizona Governor to a local woman for evidently saving another woman's life in a fire. No one knew the woman or knew why the plaque was in storage.
One of the members did some detective work and located the woman's daughter. She knew the story of the fire but had no idea her mother got the award. It turns out her mother was alive and would be visiting town this week so the Legion held a ceremony honoring her and presenting her with her long-lost award.

I am so glad it's not 1956 anymore. Even though I probably watched most of these shows and liked them

Great thread you started Evenbob, good read along with the coffee and pastries in the room with all the monitors early this morning! LOL.

Thanks for the thread.

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Being an old, short, fat, dumpy dude (1941), I remember much of what is being recalled here. I was born and raised in Hollywood, CA, and my dad was in the motion picture industry. There were and are many fond memories especially of going to Vegas from the time I was 6 years old. My dad did some charity work for the Vegas Children's Hospital producing commercials on film shown at your local theatre for donations by patrons when the donation can was past among them to drop their pennies, nickels, dimes, etc. Thousands of dollars were raised, and my dad never took a penny for any of the costs associated with his efforts, but when we went to Vegas, Myer Lansky and many others knew him. We were treated warmly, and dad was truly humbled.

Vegas was incredible for us in the 50's and early 60's with great headliner shows: Sinatra, The Ritz Bros, Elvis, Sammie Davis Jr., Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, and the list goes on. Dad was a craps player but even after I was old enough to play, he never taught me the game. I never saw him lose either. Somehow, he could always find the "hot" shooter and do well. Anyway that is how it seemed.

It was a great time to grow up and be a part the film industry meeting and working with many wonderful people.

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thanks for that post tuttigym - very interesting

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experience for yourself the magic touch of 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 - you won't regret it - and you'll never go back to what you had before






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The World Premiere - the moment everybody has been waiting for

at 1:42 - don't miss the swivel seats - that swing you out when you leave and swing you in when you enter









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thanks for that post tuttigym - very interesting

Nice of you to acknowledge.

tuttigym

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I learned to drive on a push-button simulator but never got to drive one in the real world. I did drive a 1960s Toyota that had a really funky rod system you had to adjust in order to get into gear. I forget exactly how it worked but I learned it in two minutes.

MM Retro Write-Up: 1971-73 Ford Pinto https://lexusenthusiast.com/forums/threads/mm-retro-write-up-1971-73-ford-pinto.6189/

I had Driver's Ed in a Ford Pinto, manual shift. I bought my first car as a manual shift because of this class, but my mom couldn't drive it in a pinch, so that was a really poor choice, fortunately she never had to drive it. Speedometer only went to 85 mph during the national 55 mph speed limit.
I tried to insert a picture but the Wiz's site gives me an Error 200! code. The picture is in the article linked above. It's the bottom interior picture showing the dash, manual shift, middle parking hand brake and plastic on the floor on the driver's side.

Driver's Ed was free in public school back in the '70's but I fear in the '90's schools were charging $200-$300 to take the course. I took it for summer school because of my birthday, and the classroom was over 85 degrees quite often with no school air conditioning. I was driving a much bigger automatic car at the time, so driving the Pinto was always a jolt to climb into, and a fear that cars would only get worse in the future.
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I'll never forget something I learned in Drivers Ed when I was a schoolboy

the teacher said:

"the car lulls you into a false sense of security"

so very true

you feel like you're sitting in a sofa in your living room - but the reality is that higher risk could occur at any moment

I've never had a serious accident but I've had a lot of close calls

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My Dad taught me how to drive the summer before I took Drivers Ed., but unfortunately he taught me his bad habits. He did three things " wrong". 1) his way of driving was to let your left hand do all the work, almost to the point that your right hand was just there for the ride, not the ten and two method they teach in school. 2) Years of driving sticks had left him driving with two feet, not the one-foot method DE taught, and 3) he had a dangerous habit of cutting his wheels while waiting for traffic to let him make a left turn.
The first time I did that in class, the teacher used it as a teaching moment, explaining that if we're to get rear-ended, my car would be pushed into the oncoming traffic.
Years later, one of my workers was driving me home and as he was making a left on a very busy street, he started cutting his wheels while waiting to turn. I explained how dangerous it was and why you shouldn't do it. He said he'd never heard of this but it made a lot of sense. A week or so later, he drove me home again and I silently observed he waited to turn the wheel until he had room to turn.
Months go by and I'd completely forgotten about this until he calls me one night, telling me he was just in an accident. He and his girlfriend got rear-ended while making a turn and because his wheels were straight, the car was pushed forward, not into oncoming traffic. He said it saved their lives.

Ever get the feeling most adults over the age of 30 would fail a GED exam, and no amount of studying would help them?

I doubt half of my neighbors could spell GED. They'd think it was code for get er done or something.

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my Dad never put on his turn signal and never looked when he changed lanes

it was the Nike style of driving before Nike existed - "Just Do It"

I don't know how he survived all those years - it was maddening to drive with him

my Aunt was a pedestrian killed by a guy racing another guy on a street in Toronto

the Judge suspended his license for 6 months



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Quote: billryan

My Dad taught me how to drive the summer before I took Drivers Ed., but unfortunately he taught me his bad habits. He did three things " wrong". 1) his way of driving was to let your left hand do all the work, almost to the point that your right hand was just there for the ride, not the ten and two method they teach in school. 2) Years of driving sticks had left him driving with two feet, not the one-foot method DE taught, and 3) he had a dangerous habit of cutting his wheels while waiting for traffic to let him make a left turn.
The first time I did that in class, the teacher used it as a teaching moment, explaining that if we're to get rear-ended, my car would be pushed into the oncoming traffic.
Years later, one of my workers was driving me home and as he was making a left on a very busy street, he started cutting his wheels while waiting to turn. I explained how dangerous it was and why you shouldn't do it. He said he'd never heard of this but it made a lot of sense. A week or so later, he drove me home again and I silently observed he waited to turn the wheel until he had room to turn.
Months go by and I'd completely forgotten about this until he calls me one night, telling me he was just in an accident. He and his girlfriend got rear-ended while making a turn and because his wheels were straight, the car was pushed forward, not into oncoming traffic. He said it saved their lives.

Just had a friend die this exact way.

When I was a firefighter I saw another 3 people at least die from the same scenario.

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a memory from my working life when I was much younger

during a brief time during a recession I took a job driving a laundry truck

I always had the same truck every day - and every day I would go into the Manager and tell him the brakes were really bad on the truck

it was like I was talking to the wall - he and the Company did nothing

then one day I started out on my route and the truck had no brakes at all

they finally fixed it

we started on our routes very early in the a.m. - around 5:15 a.m.

the old beat up trucks needed constant maintenance

the mechanic slept in the warehouse - 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

one time in the middle of heavy traffic the muffler fell off in the street

the mechanic came out and fixed it - he attached it to the chassis 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 and told me I was good to go


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my last 7 years before I retired I worked ground crew at Dulles Airport - both on the ramp and in the bag room

I quit a job as Supervisor at Borders Books - disgusted with the Management

I didn't want to look for a good job - I didn't have strong computer skills which is what everybody wanted and my investments were doing very well so I didn't need to make a lot money - although those at my job willing to work long hours of overtime did make decent money - I won't go into it but some made astonishing amounts for a job like that

I also liked the fact that the physical nature of the job kept me in shape

anyway, stuff happened in the bag room sometimes that was quite amusing

as you can imagine it was almost all males working there

more than once a woman's bag broke open on the belt and her sexy lingerie spilled out onto the belt

sex toys from bags of flight attendants also sometimes escaped their bags and bounced around on the belt

the funniest thing was when a TSA clown made a big show of inspecting a passenger's sex doll which the passenger had placed in a very large piece of luggage

maybe not politically correct - but it was a hoot at times - not by any means a great job - but a lot of good guys worked there and I got some good yuks at times



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Did you get free flights? I always wanted a job with those benefits. One of my best bartenders had a lesbian friend in the days before same-sex couples had any rights so she assigned her travel benefits to him since the airline wouldn't give them to her partner.
I never saw anyone use them the way he did. He'd fly to Italy for three days, or fly to New Orleans for lunch. He'd go right from the bar to the airport and be in South Beach for brunch.
It was a sad day for him when the airlines extended these benefits to same-sex partners. But I digress...

Quote: billryan

Did you get free flights?

yes, but it was a pain in the *** to get it

I worked for a contractor - you had to fill out a form then it went to your Manager and then to the Airline's Manager

and it made you (me anyway) feel like you were begging

I never actually used those benefits - I would have had to pick a place where the airlines we serviced flied to - and I didn't like doing that - I liked to pick my own places to travel to

the guys that worked for United (which I didn't) could go free to tons of places around the world - that was excellent for them - but working for United is like being in prison

I loaded cargo for UPS planes - that place is insane - they have rules for everything - there was a sign in the bathroom with pictures showing you how to blow your nose







I worked in the bag room at times with a really strong African guy who had done well in college football and was planning to try out for Washington (NFL)

a very heavy bag came down from the ticket counter - I knew the bag had to be close to 100 pounds because I sometimes had to weigh bags

and yes, many airlines will allow hundred pound bags or more - they just charge the customer extra

anyway, I bet the guy that he couldn't press the bag over his head 50 times

I lost the bet - it was incredible - he didn't slow down - I'm sure he could have done it a hundred times




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This brings back the memories. New TV shows 1957. It was the first year that television was really worth watching because they moved from live dramas to series TV. I remember watching 70% of these shows and so many of them were westerns that were on for years and years. Shows new that year like Wagon Train, Leave It to Beaver, Bachelor Father, The Real McCoys, and so many others were on for many seasons. The Price is Right was a primetime show and it's still on the air. I loved television in the late fifties into the 60s. I was in third grade in 1957

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I currently watch a rerun of "Gunsmoke" almost every day
IMHO it's one of the greatest TV shows that was ever made

of course U.S. Marshall Matt Dillon saves the day towards the end of every show
you know that's going to happen

but the stories, the characters, the realistic depiction of the Old West is top notch


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I currently watch a rerun of "Gunsmoke" almost every day
IMHO it's one of the greatest TV shows that was ever made

of course U.S. Marshall Matt Dillon saves the day towards the end of every show
you know that's going to happen

but the stories, the characters, the realistic depiction of the Old West is top notch


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I didn't really enjoy that show early on. Later on, I came to appreciate it more. Possibly it was geared more to an adult audience. Whereas watching The Lone Ranger or Bonanza was easier I think.

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I currently watch a rerun of "Gunsmoke" almost every day
IMHO it's one of the greatest TV shows that was ever made

My great-grandfather was born in 1870 and my grandfather was born in 1886, not father and son. In the early sixties they would read pulp westerns all day in the rocking chairs with great big magnifying glasses and every night they would watch westerns on black and white TV. Their favorite by far was Gunsmoke. They were kids in an era where The Wild Wild West was a huge deal. They were from West Virginia and they thought the West was just like it was in the books, in the dime novels. And here they had TV shows verifying it. Of course we know now the real wild west was nothing like the books or the TV shows.

I got a summer job after my freshman year at college, working for the city my folks lived in (my dad had a bit of juice and got me the job).

Two memorable events.

I was cleaning out the bathrooms at the town swimming facility when lo and behold I saw a mountain of feces in one of the toilets; like a pyramid, with the tip well above the seat.

This was beyond my paygrade: I turned it over to the sewer dept.; come to find out the high school football players did it.

Well played.

Another time we substituted for the regular workers (on vacation) at the sewage treatment facility; it was "old school" in that the excrement arrived by sewer, was processed / chopped up, then poured onto a sand floor in glass covered purpose built green houses to dry out.

When dry, workers would use pitchforks and shovels to load it onto conveyor belts which fed it to dump trucks, then off to the dump.

That week was brutally hot: mid-90's, very high humidity; the millions of tiny "poop flies" made it particularly unpleasant.

At the end of that week I had to throw away my clothing and boots, the stench was so bad.

Ah, down memory lane ...

It's hard to believe that there is still any place left in the continental United States where you can be outside all day and never hear a single car.

But people still get lost in the wilderness. I assume they can hear no traffic at all.

Quote: rxwine

It's hard to believe that there is still any place left in the continental United States where you can be outside all day and never hear a single car.

I watch hiking videos every summer on YouTube of the three major trails. The Appalachian Trail, the Pacific Crest Trail, and the Continental Divide Trail. The CDT goes from New Mexico to Canada and is wilderness most of the way. We're talking no roads, no houses, just desert and mountains and trees. The Appalachian Trail is the most surprising. It goes from Georgia to Maine. And goes through some of the most populated states in the country. Yet it is still mostly wilderness. Several years ago a woman lost the trail and wandered in the woods till she ran out of food and starved to death a week later. The amount of wilderness left in this country cannot even be described by the word astounding. Every year about 3,000 people start the Appalachian Trail in the spring with every intent of hiking all 2,200 miles. About six or seven hundred make it. These videos are people doing probably the greatest thing they will ever in their lives. It's not unusual to see a full grown man break down and cry like a baby when he reaches Mount Katahdin in Maine. Because you want to quit so many times along the way because it's so grueling and the fact that you didn't quit and you made it just overwhelms people.

In NY, I lived about a mile from LaGuardia Airport. In Vegas, I lived less than two miles from the airport, directly under one of the approaches.
Now, it is rare to hear a plane. I'm nowhere near any of the flight paths and you don't realize what you aren't hearing until one intrudes.

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EB mentioned West Virginia
I live fairly close to the state and also have relatives from there

I've heard this story several times


the Feds (different agencies at different times) sometimes went up into the mountains to chase down moonshiners

as the story goes:

they went up into those mountains

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Quote: lilredrooster

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they went up into those mountains
but they never came back down

That was back in the 1920s. And nobody went searching for them either. My dad's family we're Hillbillies in the mountains on a sheep and cow ranch and they were totally absolutely self-sufficient. Until the mid-1930s at the height of the Depression when all four brothers in my dad's family joined the Navy. And never went home again until decades later.

Quote: EvenBob

That was back in the 1920s. And nobody went searching for them either. My dad's family we're Hillbillies in the mountains on a sheep and cow ranch and they were totally absolutely self-sufficient. Until the mid-1930s at the height of the Depression when all four brothers in my dad's family joined the Navy. And never went home again until decades later.

I have not been back to the city where I grew up in 36 years. I am not sure if I ever will go back.

Quote: MrV

I got a summer job after my freshman year at college, working for the city my folks lived in (my dad had a bit of juice and got me the job).

Two memorable events.

I was cleaning out the bathrooms at the town swimming facility when lo and behold I saw a mountain of feces in one of the toilets; like a pyramid, with the tip well above the seat.

This was beyond my paygrade: I turned it over to the sewer dept.; come to find out the high school football players did it.

Well played.

Another time we substituted for the regular workers (on vacation) at the sewage treatment facility; it was "old school" in that the excrement arrived by sewer, was processed / chopped up, then poured onto a sand floor in glass covered purpose built green houses to dry out.




When dry, workers would use pitchforks and shovels to load it onto conveyor belts which fed it to dump trucks, then off to the dump.

That week was brutally hot: mid-90's, very high humidity; the millions of tiny "poop flies" made it particularly unpleasant.

At the end of that week I had to throw away my clothing and boots, the stench was so bad.

Ah, down memory lane ...

Your sewage treatment memory brings me back to my youth, my first on the books paying job was doing the sewage treatment job you outlined. It use to be done by convicts from the local state pen but due to "unkind" working conditions the pen would not let them be used anymore so they hired the local youngsters for the job. Most kids quit after a day or two - I stuck it out for the whole summer as I was desperate for money. The job was six hours per day, five days a week and paid $0.75 per hour - which was to me at the time, a tidy sum, a tidy sum.

Quote: lilredrooster

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as the story goes:

they went up into those mountains

but they never came back down

the 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙚𝙧𝙨 (Feds) and the moonshiners in Appalachia




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Quote: Jimmy2Times

paid $0.75 per hour - which was to me at the time, a tidy sum, a tidy sum.

My first real job was in 1965 in the summer at a big orchard picking peaches and plums. Then in the fall after school it was picking apples and pears. Paid $1 an hour but gas was $0.19 a gallon and for $1 you could get 4 hamburgers and 4 French fries at McDonald's. My next job that winter was working in a car wash for $1 an hour. When I would take a break my blue jeans would be frozen from being wet in 15 ° weather. But hey I was 16 years old and money was money. It was mostly washing those gigantic cars from the late 50s into the sixties. You got your money's worth at a car wash in those days. I liked using the power washer and I hated being the guy who vacuumed the inside because it was as big as a small motel room in some of those cars.

I have been very fortunate. I have never had a job other than computer programmer. I started at age 17 at the local hospital and never looked back. That was 1983 and sadly I am still working and not retired.

Quote: DRich

sadly I am still working and not retired.

You are in your mid fifties why is it sad. The retirement age for your birthdate is 67. You got 12 years to go. Be glad you're not retired, being retired is whats sad.

Quote: EvenBob

You are in your mid fifties why is it sad. The retirement age for your birthdate is 67. You got 12 years to go. Be glad you're not retired, being retired is whats sad.

My Dad retired at 48 and never worked again. My goal was to beat him. He is 86 today and still going. He worked for 27 years and has been retired for 38 years. How is that not perfect? I will likely be dead in 10 years and I sure hope to be retired for at least five of those years.

I had two legitimate opportunities to be financially comfortable and able to retire. Unfortunately neither of those worked out as I would have hoped. I had almost one million shares of stock in a company that I worked for. Sadly that company went bankrupt. I also licensed a patent to a big slot machine company that was going to pay me $5 a day for each slot machine based on it. The company estimated 800 to 1000 machines. Sadly we only got out 200 before the game failed.

Quote: DRich

How is that not perfect?

I have a friend who's 87 and retired from full-time math teaching at 71 and at 87 he still works 25 hours a week tutoring math students on the internet. How is that not perfect. He's still a thinking working contributing member of society and he'll never retire. To him retirement is waiting for death. I'll never retire, sounds horrible. I work at what I do everyday.

Quote: EvenBob

I have a friend who's 87 and retired from full-time math teaching at 71 and at 87 he still works 25 hours a week tutoring math students on the internet. How is that not perfect. He's still a thinking working contributing member of society and he'll never retire. To him retirement is waiting for death. I'll never retire, sounds horrible. I work at what I do everyday.

Working makes me look forward to death. Hopefully retirement won't.

Quote: DRich

Working makes me look forward to death. Hopefully retirement won't.

I'm not sure why it doesn't get the publicity of other places, but Key Biscayne seems like the perfect place to live if you choose to live in Florida.

Quote: DRich

Working makes me look forward to death.

Next time choose a profession you don't hate. I always liked the different jobs I had or I wouldn't do them. We don't live in the Soviet Union where a job is forced on you for your entire life.

Quote: EvenBob

Next time choose a profession you don't hate. I always liked the different jobs I had or I wouldn't do them. We don't live in the Soviet Union where a job is forced on you for your entire life.

I don't dislike my career, I dislike doing any work or chores. I want to lay on a beach and read books the rest of my life.

If it is not something that I want to do, I rarely do it. A friend installed a new closet system in our master bedroom closet and took out four wire rack shelves. Those wire rack shelves are still leaning on the wall of my bedroom an it has been almost two years. All I need to do is carry them to the garage which would take two minutes but they will continue to lean against the bedroom wall until I sell the house. Thankfully my wife is almost as lazy as I am. She appreciates the maid, the pool service, the landscaping service, the pooper scooper service, the exterminator service, etc. We do nothing.