Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I looked at the clock and I was 61

   Today is my first blog.  Friends have been urged me to do this, so we will see how it goes.   I was only 17 when I checked into The Citadel that hot August day in 1968.  The drinking age was 18.  Cell phones and home computers had not yet been invented.  The barracks and classrooms were not air conditioned.  I made and received phone calls from a pay phone in the guard room on first division.  If I wanted privacy to talk to my girlfriend, I had to procure a pocket full of quarters and walk across the parade ground to the post office to use a telephone booth.  Everything had to be just right to accomplish all that.  Long distance was expensive too.  When we lived in Michigan, we would drive from South Carolina to East Lansing after a vacation..14 hours, as I recall..and, to let my parents know we had made it home safely, I would make a person to person phone call to my parents'  house and ask for Bobby.  They would say that Bobby was not there to accept the call and my folks would know I was home safe, without having to pay $3.95 for the first minute.  I saw video telephones on movies and that seemed so futuristic..unobtainable.  To see someone while you talked...fantastic..what a concept.
   As driving teenagers, we had the wildest cars available to us.  Huge, insanely powerful V8 engines with double and triple barrel carburetors and hood scoops to allow the maximum amount of gas and air to be rammed into those engines.  There were no seat belts; no disc brakes; no air bags; no traction control; no radio controls on the steering wheel..just a push button AM radio;  no radial tires;  no AC;  no car seats for infants..they just sat on mom's lap or crawled around in the spacious back seat.  It is a miracle we survived.
   We had one black and white TV in the den.  Remote control did not exist.  I sat if front of that TV when we we landed on the moon and I recorded it all on a portable reel to reel tape player.  We got TV Guide, that small weekly magazine that told us what was coning on, usually live, on TV.  Once, we got a fold out color picture in our TV Guide of several people standing there in brightly colored clothes, but the picture was just the bottom half.  At a specified time, we tuned to the correct station and, live on TV, were those same folks standing there.  We taped our color picture to the TV screen and the top half was the black and white TV, but the bottom half was now color.  We sat back and admired our first introduction to color TV.  Cool.  Then they started building houses with intercoms.  No more yelling up the stairs to call the kids to supper..just pull a lever and talk to them in a normal voice.  Ultra modern.  Also very hip were console stereos.  A huge wooden piece of furniture.  Open the top and there was a turntable plus room in there to store all your records.  There was always a fat spindle so you could stack up your 45's.  The sound was great from those beasts. No amps, preamps, tuners, receivers, bookshelf speakers or woofers.  It was all contained in one lovely cabinet.
   The drinking age was 18.  If you were leaving a bar...say, the Twilite Lounge on Blossom Street, there was a table by the door with "to go" cups stacked up and a trash can where you could toss your beer can and take the rest of your beer with you.  Very handy.  If you were stopped by the police, you could sit there with that cup in your hand and the cop would tell you that you had probably had enough to drink and you should just drive straight home before you killed yourself.  Or, at least, stop for a cup of coffee to sober up.  That was some good advice.
   So, now, after 61 years, I live in a house with no intercom and have two very fast cars in the garage..one with a V8 hemi...that has not changed.  But there are color TV's and sound systems everywhere..I video chat on my IPhone or MacBook Pro and talk free to anyone in the USA and I have Sirius XM radio and a CD player in my car.  Technology advances so quickly, it is difficult keeping up with it.  I keep thinking I have seen it all, then the next day, I see something new.  I will try to stay tuned in, while sitting here on this porch by the creek in sunny Florida.

5 comments:

  1. Wow! You're a natural blogger. Quarters and payphones... black and white tv's... no car seats... no wonder you tell me we don't need bumbos and exersaucers for babies! Glad you're blogging, Dad. Just think, only three more years til you're 64! Now that's something to celebrate :)

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  2. Ahhhh...Memories!
    BK, I'm gonna have to bust out the old turntable and listen to a few LP's ...Not!

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  3. What's with the wind sock in the yard... are you hoping for a wayward pilot to help land on creek?
    Steve D

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    1. That's no windsock. That's Big Red proudly flying on a flag pole

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  4. finally got around to reading the blog. NIcely done. Don't stop there, we need more. Some of DaMoose's stories would be appreciated as well.

    xxoo
    Hewett

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