If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
First car I ever drove was my uncle's 60 something blue Corvair.
Last edited by blues; 01-11-2020 at 10:16 PM.
There's nothing civil about this war.
In the early 70's, I learned to drive a '56 Ford Ranch wagon with a "3 on the tree". In the small town we lived in we had 3 digit phone numbers and live operators (this was in the late 60's).
When going through my grandmother's stuff I found a phone book with Henryville-8118 type phone numbers. We didn't have a phone ourselves until until 1986 when they finally ran phone lines out by our property.
My other grandparents had a party line. They ended up being the last ones on it, so basically a private line at that point but with a bonus. You could call yourself. There were three phones on the property, the old original farmhouse, the new house, and the barn. You could call the others by dialing your own number and then hanging up. The phone would then ring until you picked your own receiver up. There was no way to know if someone answered the other phone or not as it'd keep ringing even if they picked it up, so you'd just let it ring six times then pick up on your end and see if they were there.
Sorta around sometimes for some of your shitty mod needs.
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