During my trick-or-treating days, it was always the same house! “We know you’re in there!”
I was leaning the other way, e.g. when the helmet’s sensors detect an illegal hit, the player receives a powerful electric shock, thereby conditioning the player.
Ah, Tacoma! A nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to die there…
Different uniform, but always the same woman messing with Ziggy!
Recently, somebody went through the trouble of digitizing my maternal grandmother’s 1931 High School yearbook. Grandma had a haircut just like Nancy’s and her twin sister wore a ‘Prince Valiant’ haircut!
Ah, that fateful day game at the old Seattle Mariners Kingdome, when I tried to smuggle in a Coleman Stove to cook my own hotdogs in the left outfield section. I was banned for life…
So, no broken memory chain?
Scope out the June 19th. comic strip. “DANA” right along the fuselage…
Don’t forget, during that era Hot Jazz was the ’Devil’s Music’!
Flashbacks to my pre-teen days; when my folks went out to dinner I was stuck with my paternal grandmother (already in her 70’s) and her Lawrence Welk fetish!