It's almost 60 in Hamilton, but really windy. Which sucks. Wearing my toque. Which I called a toboggan growing up. Not the sled.
I grew up in the Southeast (Alabama/Georgia/NW FL), so when they do, it won’t be my story. Maybe my kids’. The National Lampoon full issue of O.C. and Stiggs’ “Utterly Monstrous, Mind-roasting Summer” was pretty funny as I remember, but the movie stunk.
http://www.luckyfrogfarms.com/cook/N...82/1982_10.pdf
(Yikes, just read the first two paragraphs- didn’t age well.)
Last edited by missfinch; 10-02-2022 at 06:59 PM.
It was hot? I went to a fairly new high school, we were the 6th graduating class and I believe the 3rd that had all 4 years there. Cars were big, musclecar era cars. There were some nice Chevelles and a couple Shelby's, with a multitude of mid 70s Camaros/Firebids, etc. A lucky few had late '80s Mustangs and the occasional IROC-Z. I hung out a lot with the Datsun Z crowd. I lived at 56th Street and Thunderbird, a couple miles north on the other side of Bell Road you started running into open land and horse farms, Arabians in particular. Places to hide in the desert were plentiful, if you had a car that could handle the terrain. If things got too hot, relocating on foot was a viable option, just be wary of barbed wire.
We were actually a couple blocks north on 56th. In the 5 years we lived there, they dug up 56th 3 times to install drainage etc. We were on the west side of it, across the street was an Arabian horse farm. They sold out and it was all residential by the time I finished at Duke.