I miss my uncle's old feed store. The smell of hay, oats. Pig ears, leather, and shavings and a creaky hardwood floor. The sound of trains running by, men talking on the loading dock, the cheeps of chicks, and a band warming up at the bar on the other side of the tracks. I miss playing with every animal that came through and singing into the old barn fan like I was darth vader. Clear Pepsi, picking dewberries and eating fresh cobbler, and cowboy boots and shorts.
Ha ! It was .249 a gallon for the first 20 years of my life. No, that decimal ain't in the wrong place, I'm just old as dirt !
My mom giving me a quarter to go to the Texaco gas station on my bike and get a gallon of regular leaded gas (not Ethyl) for the lawnmower. And having enough change left to get me and my 2 brothers a piece of "gas station" gum. The big pink roll about the size of a hot dog.
Not seeing an illegal on every corner.
People respecting the other person
Taking responsibility for YOUR mistakes instead of blaming someone or something else
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