Is it wet, too?
Ah memories! ...I remember going out on service calls at 3 in the morning with my dad, towing some transport truck on some highway and heearing the end of one of the chains fall and start dragging along the road; "I'll get it.." and then 10-year old me opens the door and climbs on the back of the wrecker, making my way to the towplate and then hanging on it by one hand and heels, and reaching down to pick up the now-hot chain on the 60mph road moving below, and hooking into a retainer...no big deal.... fun was when he'd let me stand on the front bumper, racing down a pier then slamming on the brakes to throw me in the lake...good times and I loved it... Heck..I was only in Kindergarden the first time I wanted to experince 'electrocution' and I stripped a power cord, plugged it in and touched the ends... it was educational and I really do believe kids are missing out on truly valuable experiences these days.I guess I have a primitive attitude by today's standards. My family had a pool with no enclosure, and the insurance company let us have a diving board. My grandfather used to put his grandchildren in the back of his pickup and do 80 miles per hour on winding mountain roads. My school had a trampoline. My friends had lawn darts. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine put her kids in my car, and I could not believe the rules I had to follow. The parents of my friend across the street kept most of their guns in his bedroom. I have never worn a bicycle helmet. I didn't know what a GFCI, or "GFI" as they were then called, was until I was almost 30.
Back then, a college student could kiss his girlfriend without a notarized, witnessed consent form listing all the permitted activities. Life was just crazy.
You just made me think of the movie "Cherry 2000"Back then, a college student could kiss his girlfriend without a notarized, witnessed consent form listing all the permitted activities.
Well this is weird. My keezer is set at 38 with the probe in the middle somewhere. When I put a short keg on the hump, it got really cold, ruining my plans to put stout on the hump, where someone had led me to believe it would be warmer.
I put a wooden platform on the hump to break the thermal contact, and I put stout on the platform. Now the stout is coming out at over 50 degrees.
This is a great stout temperature, but I don't know what's going on.
Theres a list that comes out every year around Christmas time, or it used to, of the “10 deadliest toys of all time,” It has stuff going back to the 50s and 60s. I had 5 of them on the list. Lawn darts are high on the list. We played with them from the time I was 10 or 11 into my teens. But we also played the game the way it was supposed to be played. We weren’t stupid enough to throw them 60 feet in the air and try to catch them on the way down. I still own 2 sets. The ones with the heavy metal tips. Now they are banned items - you can’t buy or sell them on ebay and other places.I guess I have a primitive attitude by today's standards. My family had a pool with no enclosure, and the insurance company let us have a diving board. My grandfather used to put his grandchildren in the back of his pickup and do 80 miles per hour on winding mountain roads. My school had a trampoline. My friends had lawn darts. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine put her kids in my car, and I could not believe the rules I had to follow. The parents of my friend across the street kept most of their guns in his bedroom. I have never worn a bicycle helmet. I didn't know what a GFCI, or "GFI" as they were then called, was until I was almost 30.
Back then, a college student could kiss his girlfriend without a notarized, witnessed consent form listing all the permitted activities. Life was just crazy.
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