Surgeon General and declared smoking hazardous to you health.

How about the saying "We don't smoke, we don't chew; and we don't go with girls that do."?

 

A winner

Sorry, your "We don't chew" comment remind me of Josey Whales.

"Ain't we gonna bury 'em Josey?"

Josey as he spilts tobacco juice on forehead of dead bad guy- "Buzzards gotta eat."

 

Yeah, I remember that. Good movie.

 

Just does not look right rolling a candy bar up in the sleeve of your white "T" shirt needs a pack of Luckys or camel shorts to look correct. Guess I could use candy cig's if a person could still find them. Remember the Marlboro man (there was more the one) two of them died of lung cancer if I remember correctly. And the old movies everyone smoked in the old movies. Now I read someware that the actors use a non-tobacco cig. to fake smoking in the movies and on TV go figure

 

For you young whipper snappers, this is what citcapp is refering to. We grew up inudated with adds for cigarettes endorsed by eveyone you could think of including athletes [like Arnold Palmer]

Marlboro was one of the many.

And now citcapp for the double bonus question.

What music ran with these adds? Remeber it was from a classic Western.

 

I think it was Wagon train

 

Gong

 

After watching Marlboro commercials all morning long. I have come to the conclusion that there were many songs used. However, the predominant theme is from the great western "The Magnificent Seven"

Now, I'm hungry and I want a smoke


http://www.archive.org/details/tobacco_hfo23e00

 

 

Got to thinking about the music I listened to the year I graduated from high school. here's the top 10 of 1964 http://oldies.about.com/od/60srockers/tp/topten1964.htm
The music was just starting a big change, what with the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show and all. What was your music when you graduated, any big changes

 

This was our graduation theme song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wP1w5Hl8D0E

 

Here's a show to educate some of the youngsters who've never flow on a DC-3 or Lockheed Electra [ Yep youngsters That's right , Lockheed Electra not Buick Electra]

http://www.funstufftosee.com/goodbye.html


For you ole pharts [like moi] See if you can identify Eddie Rickenbacker and the older planes before Security clearances.

 

My daughter asked me if Lockheed Electra and Buick Electra were related to Carmen Electra? Hmmmm I don't think so, but I believe Electra Glide is a distant cousin.

 

Citcapp, you and I must be the same age since I graduated in 1964. The Beatles were huge. Great music.

Jamesbro, I remember singing that song when I was pulling KP at Chanute AFB in 1966 after LBJ escalated the Viet Nam war.

 

Remeber the bumber sticker

No more ugly childen
Sterilize LBJ

 

Yeah, I think our music beats rap and hip hop hands down.

 

Citcapp you are being bery polite in calling rap and hip hop music. I always break 60's music down into early 60's and late 60's. Some of the stuff from the late 60's was a little too far out for me. These days I listen to 60's on 60 on XM and country. I am not a big fan of this new stuff they call country nowdays. Give me some Willie, Meryl and Ray Price with some Jim Reeves and Patsy Cline thrown in. For some strange reason I like to understand the words. Louie, Louie is the exception.

 

I used to work in my grandparents restuarant in the late '60s for $1.60 per hour. When I accumulated $10, it would be enough to for the following:

1. $3 in gas bought about 9 gallons, half tank or a little more

2. $3 bought hot dogs ("tube steaks"), fries, soda ("pop"), and popcorn at the local drive in restuarant

3. $2 got us into the local drive in theatre ("passion pit")

I had $2 left over.

Times were simpler, people were more strait forward and honest, and the pace of life was easier.

BTW, the drive in restuarant and the drive in theatre are still open....

 

One other fond and vivid memory form the '60s:

It was a warm spring Saturday in May, 1970. I was in the back yard finishing up my chores when I heard the rumble of a muscle car. Then I heard "Me - meep", "Me - meep" coming from the driveway in the front of the house. I ran up to the front, and there was my best friend Rick sitting in brand new 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. It was red with a white interior, 383, 4 speed, Coyote Duster induction, 3.91 posi.....just a really sharp car. His father bought it for him for high school graduation.

Man, was I jealous!

He ran it on Sunoco 260 gas, which was 104 octane out of the pump for .35 a gallon.

We did some great crusing and street racing with that car. I still remember the little details, like the red "Carb Air" **** under the dash that you pulled to let the cold air in through the Coyote Duster ram air system. And the wood grain shifter ball that had a fake woodgrain look. But what I liked best was the way the exhaust sounded when you went thru the gears...

 

Thats why I like my Oldsmobiles they are my time machines just looking at them takes me back. And the exhaust of the 455 in the 57 with that cam what can I say run run da do run run

 

What color was that "Me-meep!" horn, and what did it say?

I've bought a mess of 260 for 35-37 cents a gallon. Used to run a lot of Phillips 66 Flite-Fuel premium too, the Phillips station owner would let us hang out after closing and sometimes use the bays, so we supported him. Sometimes some Pure Firebird Super though the local Pure station would always jack his price up a couple cents over the others, which made a lot of difference in the days of 35 cent gas. The tailpipes ran the prettiest ashy gray... none of this solid black soot you get now using any fuel.


Heh. One of my buddies pumped gas at the Kay-O cutrate gas station at night, so we'd hang out with him till he closed at 9. One night this Cadillac full of drunks rolled in and handed Tommy a dollar bill, wanting a pack of Kools and put the rest in the tank- which was still a couple gallons I reckon. Four drunk guys and one drunk woman, all black, so you can imagine the party they were having.

Anyhoo- the Kay-O was next to the livestock market, and the station was built on fill dirt. There was about a ten foot drop off from the edge of the Kay-O lot to the livestock market.

The drunkallac pulled away from the pumps and went right straight thru the fence and over the edge of the lot nose first, with the damnedest cloud of dust and racket you ever saw. Then you heard tires spinning and more dust, and all of sudden silence. Nothing but Cadillac taillights pointed up in the air. Then you heard doors opening, some swearing, and the drunk woman said "James. Where the hell you started?"

And natcherley, to a bunch of smart-*** white high-school boys, that was all it took for us to completely lose it.

The Kay-O had a condom machine in the men's room too. Station got broke into one night, and that was all they took, was tore the rubber machine off the wall and hauled it off. Cops found it behind the Honda motorcycle dealer about half a mile down the road- empty!

 

The horn in the Road Runner was a light purple color.

I worked at the Framingham GM plant in 1972. It made buicks, Olds, and Pontiacs.

My car pool buddy had a 1966 442, 400, 3 carbs, 4 speed hardtop. All red with a black gut. We used to race other GM workers all the time.

The best race was against a 1968 Z28..we whipped his azz....

 

Got a kick out of this take a look and turn the sound up

[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Someone did an awesome job putting this together and with sound to boot. At the very end of the video you'll hear the song ' Thunder Road ' sung by the star of the movie for which it was the theme! Not uncommon except this is the one and only song ever recorded,20for publication, sung by Robert Mitchum![/font]

[FONT='Arial','sans-serif']Click here: The Cars we Drove In The 50s & 60s[/font]

 

Thanks Citcapp

I loved it.

We need to ax someone like Joe P how far you have to lead the driver of the car next to you to hit them when you flick you cigarette out your window. [like Robert Mitchen did in the movie Thunder Road.]

 

Here's an interesting perspective on the "Drug Problem"

 

Thats a good one Jamsbo,

Can't tell you the number of times I was the drug the same places as the person who wrote that letter. My grown kids would understand as well because I and their mom drug them the same way.

 

Keep the 60's stories comin', guys, they are great to hear as I was born after they were over. But, with your stories, at least I am able to somewhat get a glimpse of them. I like them for the very sentiment below:

Somedays, I walk outside, and just really wonder what went wrong.

Another great flashback resource: Have you ever been on this site: www.reelradio.com. It's a modest fee for a year subscription, but has provided me with endless entertainment. I listen to them when I'm working on my car. There are "scoped" (music cut out) and "unscoped" (uninterrupted air time--news, DJ, commercials and music). I'd suggest starting with the unscoped ones. There are plenty that run between the 40 min and 2hr mark. Just type in a year, city, DJ or station name, click, and listen away.

 

There was three Oldsmobile dealers within 10 miles where I lived. Downtown Olds in Warren, Sherwood Olds in Niles and Stackhouse Olds in Youngstown,Ohio. Stackhouse was on Wick Ave. All the Brands had large dealerships on Wick Ave, now there are none. They all changed owners and the ones left moved years ago to the subburbs. I remember the younger Stackhouse Brothers raced Olds, one was a 66 442. I was looking to see if I could find thier car when I came acrossed the article on the net that talked about Stackhouse Olds. "100 Olds 442s vs. 100 Cyclone GTs
In 1966, Stackhouse Oldsmobile in Youngstown, Ohio ordered 100 442s
for their dealership. They were to be delivered all at once. It took bold
marketing moves like this one to launch the muscle car movement as we
know it. Car dealers were taking advantage of the momentum in progres-
sive ways. This dealership had local TV and radio coverage when all 100
cars arrived. It was a police escorted caravan of 20 car hauler trucks, each
containing five brand new 442s. This highly publicize event prompted Wick
Motors, the Lincoln-Mercury dealership across town to do the same thing.
They too, brought in 20 truck loads of muscle cars only this time they were
Cyclone GTs. You know the ones, they had 335 horse 390s. They even
brought in one of Dyno Don's "Eliminator" funny cars to set the mood.
I made myself available for this event by strolling into the dealership that day.
The place was an ocean of Cyclones. Since the crowd of prospects was deep, i was able to con, I mean convince a
salesman to let me drive a 4-speed version and an automatic. Naturally, I assured him no chaperon was needed. I was
able to spend a good 30 minutes with each example and brutalized them equally. These were very good looking cars to
my eye even though I was not seriously considering buying one. It can be easily argued the '66 Cyclone, and Ford
Fairlane 390 GT, we're Henry's finest achievements in the intermediate sized muscle car arena especially if
performance and good looks matter. Sadly, it only really lasted that one year, since the 302 was the standard engine in
these cars by '67."

 

Looking over the posts this morning and found this in the Toro forum
"Thingamajig "haven't heard this in a long time made me start thinking about terms you don't hear anymore unless your around some of the older generation such as

watchamacallit
thingymabob
dohicky

Anyone else able to add to this. I am sure the southern gentry can add a few Funny thing in the old days you could use this discription in a auto parts store and the counter guy would know what you were tallking about

 

I think I got a "dohickey" in High School .

 

You're a 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded, and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley , 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam . Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8 - 1, and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is 1/2 way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter, and you look up to see an un-armed Huey, but it doesn't seem real, because no Medi-Vac markings are on it. Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in, and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 2 or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to the Doctors and Nurses. And, he kept coming back.... 13 more times..... And took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient, Ed Freeman, died last Wednesday at the age of 80, in Boise, ID ......May God rest his soul.....
I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but our media told us a wholebunch about some Hip-Hop coward beating the crap out of his "girlfriend".

 

Well sure the counter guy knew what you were talking about. Everyone was well aware that the thingmabob was mounted near the dohicky and watchamacalit was attached to it with a 9/16 bolt.......

 

Thanks for posting this story about a true Hero.

There were many of them in Vietnam, as in any war. A door gunner friend of mine dropped down through the jungle canopy several times on a cable to extract several guys that were totally surrounded. Mike took 8 hits before getting the last guy out and he was fortunate enough to survive. If he weren't such a big guy he'd probably wouldn't have made it. Of course he wasn't the only hero of that day, the entire crew on that chopper were hero's considering all the fire they were taking.

 

Moving story, the Vietnam conflict and now the war in Iraq are not looked at in the same light as WWII. Heros are not talked about nor are they written about in news articles. It's not their choice to be there, but there they are doing a job none of us want to do. In my mind they are all heros and all should be treated as such. Next time you see a vet say thanks

 

He's the real chopper pilot who was in the movie "We were soldiers once and young"

 

So, I am thinking back to stupid things I did growing up. The year 1963 Holloween night, Myself and two friends cruising in my 48 ford pickup and 3 girls in a T-bird pull up in the left turn lane next to us in downtown Bothell (population 4,000) Danny knows one of them, they wave at us and give the motion to follow them.

They turn and I can't, I have to circle the block by the time I get going the same direction as the bird we are out of town heading for the country side and all I can see are tail lights. I put the hammer down and make that old flathead unwind, headlights are dim, damn generator is almost dead, by this time we are on unfamiliar roads with lots of curves but I am gaining on the bird and all of a sudden I can't see their tail lights any more and there is a sign saying 15 mph curve ahead. Ok I doing about 60 mph, hit the brakes start cranking to the right, the rear end comes around hits the gravel, last thing I see is a row of mail boxes and a wire fence. We take it all out as we slide off of the road and hit the ditch sideways. We roll over 3+ times and land on the drivers side.

Of course no seat belts so we fly around in the cab and end up all tangled up. Steve kicks the door open and we climb out and take stock of ourselves no one seems to be hurt just banged up. I see lights comming across the field and its a farmer on a tractor. He first askes us if we are ok when we say yes then he bawls us out for the damage to the fence and the mail boxes and tearing up his field. I promise to come back the next day and repair the damage. He takes my name and says ok and we shake on it. He uses the tractor to pull the 48 back on its wheels.

None of the windows are broken, dents in the roof and the all four corners. Check the oil its ok. Starts up after a few cranks and hop in and I drive my two friends home and then head home to face my dad, not good.

Next day at school Danny isn't there. come to find out he broke his wrist in the accident and went to the emergency room that night.

1. No lawsuits filed
2. No cops called
3. Fixed the farmers fence, installed new mailboxes next day, fixed the
ruts in his field
4. Lost the keys to the truck and had to ride the school buss for a few
months plus had to fix the truck
5. Lucky no one got killed
6. Didn't catch the girls

Some one up there watches over dumb kids

 

"So, I am thinking back to stupid things I did growing up"

Citcapp, That would be w-a-y too time consuming for me to attempt.

I had a crash like that in a dirt road ditch once myself. When the car stopped rolling the ditch save my azz because we were in a drop top [sans roll bar].When it stopped rolling the windshield was flattened and the car was stradeling the ditch and our heads were stuck down it it so as not to break our necks. I took a deep breath and got the good ole smell of raw gasoline pouring all over us. I don't believe I've ever moved faster to get out of a car and drag my buddy [who had some broken ribs from the steering wheel]The car never did catch fire, I just had to change my drawers.

I guess the "Big Guy" was looking out for us that day [and many others] Glad he was looking out for you too.

The cars that I remember rolling rather frequently back then [that didn't need a dirt road ditch to help them out] were the VW Bugs. I bet Joe would know but if memory serves me right, the IRS didn't have safety straps. When you put one on a lift the rear wheels sagged down so far they almost touched each other.They could catch a pot hole in a curve, fold under and that was all she wrote.

 

I knew two brothers who lived on a farm near us (we called them the two stooges) they had a 49 hudson sedan with the motor chained down and all of the windows kicked out. They installed seatbelts in the car and their greatest thrill was to see how many times they could roll it in out in back fields. Something to watch. Didn't kill themselves and the Hudson never did stop running during their stint at this hobbie. Sometimes wonder what they grew up to be that is if they lived long enough to grow up.

Footnote:
Same brothers rode a bobsled off the roof of their barn into a pile of hay one broke his leg

 

9 to 5 they're both in Congress.

 

First muli-engine plane I co-piloted was a good old DC-3. A DC-3 landing gear failure incident gave me the second crash of three I walked away from Tough old bird! And good riddance to the Lockheed Electra. Was a nice bird until one flew it into a thunderstorm, then you had about a 50/50 chance of a lightening strike igniting a wing tank.