LOL Not true, Mom’s car was stolen while sitting at the curb. They hot wired it.
Obviously it depends WHERE you park it, Judy. NOT true today, it doesn’t matter.
That Chebbie looks EXACTLY like my dad’s ’63 and I don’t ever remember him locking it up.
You are correct, except it’s it’s a bump side Ford (’67-’72).
That was true out in East County, San Diego, up until 1970 ish.
I lived across the street from El Cajon High school ’64-’67 and I would take my Dad’s M-1 carbine, with 10 magazines, web gear, cross the street to the school sidewalk and hitchhike 3 miles the the foothills east of town. Then practice murdering squirrels and bunnies on the run.
Always got picked up in short order. Cops NEVER stopped to check me out, They just waved.
Mom’s car was parked in front of the house in a suburb of Wichita, Kansas. We had exactly one black family in town, and their dad was a Master Sargent at the local air patch. Mom’s car was recovered in rural Butler County next to the Walnut River with a flat tire. By the way, Dad’s truck was sitting on the driveway with the keys in the ignition.
And that was without a slavering furry biting creature in the bed or cab….dog, wife, larger child, if it works, it ain’t stoopid. Apropos riding in the bed….we kids loved a trip around town or down to the beach and back unfettered, wind blowing in the hair (though nowadays I suspect my hair began blowing away back then). Nobody cared, or complained, or pulled us over to threaten and intimidate and extort us.
Such good, good days. Where have they gone?!?!
Verboten. We must be fearful and easily pleased by things centrally controlled. We may not put bullies in their place….else most of the state functionaries would be revealed as worthless and impotent as they are.
(((They))) stole them, in the name of “SAFETY” for the “CHILDREN!”
Our high skool football coach, a big, gruff ugly looking sumbitch, was well known for parking his ’65 Chevy pickup in front of the local tavern, unlocked with the windows open and his massive German shepherd left to sleep in the seat. It was indeed a simpler time, the best of times, certainly not the worst of times.
I should also tell you that we were all more afraid of his wife, who taught English, than either Coach or his dog…….
Park on main street? Hell, in my day you could park in the high school parking lot like that. Especially during deer season when guys came to school from the woods and left school headed back to the woods to hunt before dark.
During the 70’s, we parked in the HS parking lot and ‘almost’ everywhere in town with rifles and shotguns in the rack and almost every truck had ’em and nobody ever went missing a gun.
A corallary to this: As kids, we had guns and ammo available 24/7 but never considered shooting up the school.
Kids used to park their trucks in the high school parking lot with loaded gun racks in the rear windows in my podunk California town. Funny; all those guns in the SCHOOL PARKING LOT, and no “mass shootings…” The guns weren’t the problem then. THey’re STILL NOT the problem now. Nonetheless, NOW you can GO TO JAIL if you DRIVE THROUGH A SCHOOL ZONE with your gun in a LOCKED BOX IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR in that SAME TOWN! Unless, of course, you’re a CRIMINAL…
Ecclesiastes 8:11
“Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.”
Welcome to the africanization of amerika.
Back in high school, the parking lot at school was filled with American made pickup trucks with a deer rifle and a shotgun in the rear window. The vice principal would walk through the parking lot, and check out the various implements. “Hey, is that a new rifle”
Soon half of the school was there passing around and checking out the new hardware, and showing off their own. The cops showed up, and took part in the show and tell. No shootings, arrests, or confiscations took place.
Simpler times.
LOL Not true, Mom’s car was stolen while sitting at the curb. They hot wired it.
Obviously it depends WHERE you park it, Judy. NOT true today, it doesn’t matter.
That Chebbie looks EXACTLY like my dad’s ’63 and I don’t ever remember him locking it up.
You are correct, except it’s it’s a bump side Ford (’67-’72).
That was true out in East County, San Diego, up until 1970 ish.
I lived across the street from El Cajon High school ’64-’67 and I would take my Dad’s M-1 carbine, with 10 magazines, web gear, cross the street to the school sidewalk and hitchhike 3 miles the the foothills east of town. Then practice murdering squirrels and bunnies on the run.
Always got picked up in short order. Cops NEVER stopped to check me out, They just waved.
Mom’s car was parked in front of the house in a suburb of Wichita, Kansas. We had exactly one black family in town, and their dad was a Master Sargent at the local air patch. Mom’s car was recovered in rural Butler County next to the Walnut River with a flat tire. By the way, Dad’s truck was sitting on the driveway with the keys in the ignition.
And that was without a slavering furry biting creature in the bed or cab….dog, wife, larger child, if it works, it ain’t stoopid. Apropos riding in the bed….we kids loved a trip around town or down to the beach and back unfettered, wind blowing in the hair (though nowadays I suspect my hair began blowing away back then). Nobody cared, or complained, or pulled us over to threaten and intimidate and extort us.
Such good, good days. Where have they gone?!?!
Verboten. We must be fearful and easily pleased by things centrally controlled. We may not put bullies in their place….else most of the state functionaries would be revealed as worthless and impotent as they are.
(((They))) stole them, in the name of “SAFETY” for the “CHILDREN!”
Our high skool football coach, a big, gruff ugly looking sumbitch, was well known for parking his ’65 Chevy pickup in front of the local tavern, unlocked with the windows open and his massive German shepherd left to sleep in the seat. It was indeed a simpler time, the best of times, certainly not the worst of times.
I should also tell you that we were all more afraid of his wife, who taught English, than either Coach or his dog…….
Park on main street? Hell, in my day you could park in the high school parking lot like that. Especially during deer season when guys came to school from the woods and left school headed back to the woods to hunt before dark.
During the 70’s, we parked in the HS parking lot and ‘almost’ everywhere in town with rifles and shotguns in the rack and almost every truck had ’em and nobody ever went missing a gun.
A corallary to this: As kids, we had guns and ammo available 24/7 but never considered shooting up the school.
Kids used to park their trucks in the high school parking lot with loaded gun racks in the rear windows in my podunk California town. Funny; all those guns in the SCHOOL PARKING LOT, and no “mass shootings…” The guns weren’t the problem then. THey’re STILL NOT the problem now. Nonetheless, NOW you can GO TO JAIL if you DRIVE THROUGH A SCHOOL ZONE with your gun in a LOCKED BOX IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR in that SAME TOWN! Unless, of course, you’re a CRIMINAL…
Ecclesiastes 8:11
“Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.”
Welcome to the africanization of amerika.
Back in high school, the parking lot at school was filled with American made pickup trucks with a deer rifle and a shotgun in the rear window. The vice principal would walk through the parking lot, and check out the various implements. “Hey, is that a new rifle”
Soon half of the school was there passing around and checking out the new hardware, and showing off their own. The cops showed up, and took part in the show and tell. No shootings, arrests, or confiscations took place.
Simpler times.