Probably me...and retired to boot.

At least you can retire! You can legitimately say, "I do what i want, when i want", aside from any differences in opinion your Mrs may have . :O:

True that :)

One year shy of 50 here. The 80's was dead center of my teens. Graduated HS in 84. Graduated University of MD in 88. Would do it all over again! Good times. The police have pictures to prove it.

I left HS in 1964, I guess I am a little bit older than you.:D
I may grow older, but I will never grow up! I still play with trucks.

Older? You're practically ancient.:03::O: Like me. :up:
I escaped from high school in 1972, with my common sense intact and my brain relatively unwashed, despite their attempts to scrub it into conformity. :know: Then the school of life took over.:arrgh!:

"I never let my schooling get in the way of my education"
~Mark Twain

1964 I was just a gleam in my old mans eye. Born in 1965. Truth be told I still play with cars. All be it more expensive Franklin Mint die cast. And my other toy car is a 1954 Buick. I'm not much for growing up either. Since I was born in 65 that but me in the 80's at the years one is most impressionable and being molded by my surroundings. It was a good decade to be a teenager. I would live it again in a heart beat.

I remember $0.359/Imperial gallon for gas. Americans would come up here raving about Canadian gas and getting so much more mileage out of a gallon of gas than they did in the 'States. NEVER realizing that the Imperial gallon (160 ounces) was larger than the American gallon (132 ounces).

I still remember when you could get a bottle of Coca Cola for a nickel ($0.05). It was only 6 ounces, but what the hey... moderation in all things.:D Saner times in those days.

and 2 cents deposit on the bottle.

One thing for sure...if you can still remember the memories, your still not old enough :03:

Wait...what did I come here for?....



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You came here to repay the $40,000 I loaned you back in '83. :D

And who are you, again?...


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Don't tell me you've forgotten when I got you a date with Connie in high school, or the time I kept you from joining that gay biker gang?

No, don't thank me. It's what friends are for.