I’m old enough to remember…

…the smell of mimeograph ink.

…when fast food was fast.

…parking meters that took coins and could be used for free if you stuck a popsicle stick in the coin slot and jiggled it just right.

…all the neighborhood parents having quiet conversations among themselves out of earshot of us kids who were at most vaguely aware of the Cuban Missile Crisis that was going on.

…seeing a construction site in western North Carolina that had a sign by the road saying This Shopping Center is KKK Aproved!

…watching on live TV as Lee Harvey Oswald was murdered.

…when, simultaneously, a gallon of gasoline and a pack of cigarettes were both 29 cents.

…seeing a dead cow about 20 feet up in a tree in the wake of Hurricane Donna.

…being in the backseat of a Corvair that had that new car smell.

…going to Yankee Stadium on a day when Mickey Mantle went 0-4.

…banana seats and sissy bars suddenly becoming must-haves for bicycles.

…attending the 1964 New York World’s Fair.

…when seat belts in cars were uncommon.

…chemistry sets for kids that included a chunk of asbestos and a little jar of mercury that you could pour into your hand and play with.

…when being able to crush a can with one hand meant something.

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