I'm your typical average retired baby boomer.
On one of our family trips we stopped at a gas station to stretch our legs and get gasoline. It was a mile or two down the road when someone noticed my Sister Veronica wasn’t in the car. We turned around making a U-turn. Needless to say, Veronica wasn’t very happy about being left behind.
Oh, I smell a drum major coming along!
My son played the tuba in junior high; no telling how many kids were were injured with that thing.
While hoeing around the base of peach trees one summer I decided going to school wasn’t a bad idea.
We put our tongues on a 9 volt battery to test its charge, tingled a little not much charge.
We had the belt at our place too, fortunately wasn’t used for “minor” infractions.
what, no accordion?
One of my older brothers put his wet rayon socks on a register to dry, they melted and the room didn’t smell so good for quite some time.
What? no garden hose to hose them off?
The back of the neck burned like aftershave use with the cleanup.