CouchCoach
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What experience from your past do you miss the most?
When I was a kid growing up in Little Rock, the Friday night cruise was the thing and I couldn't wait to get my license and car, load the car with those of a like mind and take off on the cruise circuit.
The fact that this happened in 1963 with the greatest era of pop music set to explode made it all the better and I was the first of my crew to have a cherry cruiser, 57 Chevy, lavender with a white top, white rolled and pleated leather interior and 4, count them 4, speakers installed. I was living that American Graffiti life, only 6 years later.
It started in downtown Little Rock, along Main Street, but as the city grew west, a couple of other places became cruise points and a cruise point was where you'd stop and basically do nothing, along with all the other kids doing nothing, and buy the least amount that was required to occupy that space. Until you were ready to move on to the next cruise point and do nothing but smoke cigarettes and look cool.
We were always on the lookout for girls that smoked because the word was if they smoked, they did other things. Where that word came from I am not exactly sure but I believe it came from a bunch of horney guys out on a Friday night cruise.
Flash forward to 1993, 30 years later, and we've moved to Boise, Idaho as I take over a couple of struggling radio stations. During my first week there, someone drops the word "cruise" and I perk up. I find out the kids still cruise Main Street, go home and tell my wife and we head out for Main Street on that Friday night.
We found a bar on Main with a table facing the street and settled in for one hell of a magic night of memories and many, many Friday nights after that. We also discovered another Main Street tradition, hot dogs and chorizo, the Spanish kind since Boise has a large Basque population, at 11 or 12 at night when leaving the bars and nothing ever tasted so good. Nothing like getting into your car on Saturday morning after eating a couple of chorizos loaded with onions the night before.
OK, what's your blast from the past and include as many details as you like, this is your memory thread and I'd like to get a mental picture of it.
When I was a kid growing up in Little Rock, the Friday night cruise was the thing and I couldn't wait to get my license and car, load the car with those of a like mind and take off on the cruise circuit.
The fact that this happened in 1963 with the greatest era of pop music set to explode made it all the better and I was the first of my crew to have a cherry cruiser, 57 Chevy, lavender with a white top, white rolled and pleated leather interior and 4, count them 4, speakers installed. I was living that American Graffiti life, only 6 years later.
It started in downtown Little Rock, along Main Street, but as the city grew west, a couple of other places became cruise points and a cruise point was where you'd stop and basically do nothing, along with all the other kids doing nothing, and buy the least amount that was required to occupy that space. Until you were ready to move on to the next cruise point and do nothing but smoke cigarettes and look cool.
We were always on the lookout for girls that smoked because the word was if they smoked, they did other things. Where that word came from I am not exactly sure but I believe it came from a bunch of horney guys out on a Friday night cruise.
Flash forward to 1993, 30 years later, and we've moved to Boise, Idaho as I take over a couple of struggling radio stations. During my first week there, someone drops the word "cruise" and I perk up. I find out the kids still cruise Main Street, go home and tell my wife and we head out for Main Street on that Friday night.
We found a bar on Main with a table facing the street and settled in for one hell of a magic night of memories and many, many Friday nights after that. We also discovered another Main Street tradition, hot dogs and chorizo, the Spanish kind since Boise has a large Basque population, at 11 or 12 at night when leaving the bars and nothing ever tasted so good. Nothing like getting into your car on Saturday morning after eating a couple of chorizos loaded with onions the night before.
OK, what's your blast from the past and include as many details as you like, this is your memory thread and I'd like to get a mental picture of it.
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Sorry about that.
, but ........What the Hell were we talking about again?
