PapaWasabi

A friend, about 10 years older than I am, sent me a couple of long flashes with awful doo-wop music and the following quotes that were, I suppose, mean to elicit a geriatric shiver vaguely reminiscent of...what did we used to call that?...oh, yeah, orgasm.

How many of these do you remember?
Candy cigarettes
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
Black Jack, Clove, and Beemans chewing gum
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
Newsreels before the movie

P.F. Flyers
Telephone numbers with a word prefix...(Raymond 4-601).
Party lines

Peashooters
Howdy Doody
45 RPM records/78 RPM, too
Green Stamps
Hi-Fi's

Metal ice cubes trays with levers
Mimeograph paper
Beanie and Cecil
Roller-skate keys
Cork pop guns
Drive ins
Studebakers

Washtub wringers
The Fuller Brush Man
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
Tinkertoys
Erector Sets
The Fort Apache Play Set
Lincoln Logs
15 cent McDonald hamburgers

I remember most of these personally, all of them if I include second hand stuff like Howdy Doody which was already nostalgia when I first heard of it. The thing is, while it's nice to be reminded of that stuff sometimes, putting all together so we can coo over it is a bit creepy. "They were simpler days," someone might say. Of course they were simpler - we were children!

The world is what it is, and there are plenty of things I'm busy looking ahead towards. All this nostalgia sounds like it's time to roll over and die. Not a good thing at all.