I can remember when we elected qualified Presidents!

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You must be REALLY old.

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I remember when gas was either regular or Ethel. 25 cents a gallon. Coke was a dime. A hamburger was 35 cents. I also remember when I got in trouble. I got my keister whipped with a belt. You can go to jail for the kind of whippin I got. But I didn't do whatever it was agin. I remember zero bars were my favorite candy bar then as they are now.

Ernest I can remember all of that...I can remember if you had a 14 foot jon boat with a 9.8 or 9.9 hp outboard, that was like having a 20 foot plus bass boat with a 250 to 300 hp motor today. Didn't have a trolling motor, sat at the front seat and used a paddle to get around. If you had a boat cushion to sit on you could fish comfortably all day long....We eat vienna sausage, sardines and crackers, and potted meat for lunch. In order to save on space we carried one ice chest and it held our "cokes" but it also doubled as cold storage for our fish so most of the soda pop I drank had a fish flavor to it. Sometimes dad would remember to get a fish stringer and the "cokes" didn't taste like fish that day. Dad didn't haul his rig on a trailer, but rather had a boat rack on his pickup and a bracket bolted on the inside of the bed to hang his 5 hp Sea King outboard. We would frequently fish two or three lakes, rivers, or bayous in a day because in north Louisiana you could pull out of one body of water, drive a couple of miles and be in totally different body of water in a matter of a few minutes. We fished with cane poles and just before I became a teenager dad finally broke down and bought us rod and reel combos, Zebco's; a 33 and a 202. I thought I was Bill Dance when that happened. You story brought back a lot of memories....Thanks for writing......

Ernest, you need a trip to the mountains trout fishing. I guess you should have gone with us. We could have gone in the Yukon XL instead of the Malibu Maxx. Rainbow trout taste just about as good as crappie. We did see a lot of burnt pine trees in Arizona and New Mexico.
Stay cool my friend.
Joe Bryant

I remember when gas was .87 a gallon. A cell phone was in a bag and it was called a carphone. I remember when floppy drives held an insane amount of data. I remember getting my times tables copied from a mimeograph machine. I remember when your teacher could spank you. To get on the web you had to have a phone line tied up. I remember using DOS operating system and when windows first came out. I remember my first three bikes stolen. I also remember when bikes didn't have hand brakes. You had to kick the pedal backwards. I remember when you could shoot any size buck during deer season. I remember something called rain. I did mow yards as a kid. Charged $20 a yard. I remember dad coming home from lunch and watching reruns of Hogan's Heroes and Green Acres with him til he had to go back.

Shows ya how times have changed huh? Those are my childhood memories.

I hated being called out into the hall, the board of education hurt back then. Gas cost .26 a gallon, I collected cans, bottles and mowed yards for movie money. Party lines were cool, and went everywhere on our bicycles. Hwy 190 was two lanes from Temple to bfe. no cell phones, computers (unless you considered the football games) Pong was the shizzle!

If mom or dad wanted the channel changed, we did it, not a remote. The 8 track was awesome, and if you wanted FM, you needed a special attachment that had to be wired in under the dash.

Good times, and yea, I still eat zero bars and wish for some mello yellow or hondo

Ha Ha - memories! One Granddad was a circuit preacher. Another was the ice man in Highland Park and walked into the kitchens of those homes every morning. And my Dad played rally up music for a traveling medicine man. The stories they could tell!

Methuselah was a youngster when I taught him to fish

freddy fender on 8 track in that big Ford LTD 2

Didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out. Family vacation was mom, dad, and 4 kids packed into the station wagon to go 20 miles to our favorite lake. Sleep in our canvas tent weathering storms and tornadoes. Wade fishing to catch bass, crappie and bluegill(bigger than dad and grandpa's hand). Limits all the time. No length limits or possession limits then.
Riding my bike when I was a teen to the 2 local lakes that were 2 miles away from the house and catching crappie and catfish until I was tired. Mowing a bunch of lawns to buy my first car in 1976. A 1963 Ford Galaxy 500 used for $245.00. Best of all was fishing with my dad and grandpa's. Memories that will never be forgotten. Those were the days.

19.9 cents per gallon? You are getting older Ernest.

Did we go to high school together?

Remember when there was no limit on crappie and at Tawakonie you could catch a pile on any night at this time of the year ?