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OMG, this was like a trip down Memory Lane. Times were so incredibly different then. I remember jumping on my bicycle in the morning and just taking off, ending up God Knows Where, and coming back at dinner time. Nobody knew where I was and nobody gave a damn.

I remember running naked through the woods in Maine. Nobody knew and nobody cared. It was wonderful. God only knows why I wasn't eaten alive by a bear!

I remember swimming in the lake from sun-up to sun-down, stopping only long enough to fix myself a sandwich for lunch, and it was always white bread with marshmallow fluff spread between the slices and potato chips on the side. Nutrition? What's THAT? Who cared?

Oh, and eggs were always fried every morning in a big can of bacon grease kept on the stove. Chicken too! Damn them's good eatins!

We used to wash our bodies, our hair and our clothes in the lake because we didn't have a bath tub or shower or laundry. It was what everyone did back in Maine. Nobody even had an electric refrigerator; we had ice boxes and an ice delivery man came around in his woodie truck and delivered it to the front porch where the ice box was kept.

And of course there were no toilets; we had outhouses. Good times, ah yeah...

And yes, everybody smoked. We had a fancy little silver cup on the coffee table filled with cigarettes, sitting next to the matching ash tray and cigarette lighter. Everyone had one on their coffee tables; it was THE THING. And the first thing you offered your guest was a cigarette -- and they took it.

Them was good days, good days....

Thanks Shell, thanks for the memories....

Bevvy

P.S.: I wouldn't wanna go back to those days if my life depended on it!

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