When we weren’t cruising in somebody’s ’57 Chevy, listening to Hy Lit or The Rockin’ Bird (Joe Niagra) on WIBG, we were hanging out at Powell’s… 15¢ Cherry Cokes and 65¢ hoagies… It seemed like the juke box never stopped… Nor the pinball machines… Songs were a nickel a throw, six for a quarter… Cholly kept the volume just high enough to be heard above the din... And Harmony Ruled!!!
Remember when kids played stickball in the alley?... You hitchhiked to school?... Guys had paper routes?... And the government didn’t lie…..?????
Come on, order up a lemon phosphate… I’ll drop a quarter in the juke box…. And come dusk, we’ll go to the Drive-In Movie… I hear The Monster That Devoured Cleveland is playing…
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Ah the good old days when life was simple. Nice writing job, and fun to read. I remember my first car, a chevy with air conditioning in the back seat, by way of the big hole in the floor. But there were advantages to that, if you know what I mean. Everybody would pile in and we would head up to Lake George and hang out till all hours of the night. A good time had by all.
Wow! Great music Poppy! Makes me want to pop in my Dion & the Belmonts cd. That stuff's like a musical anti-depressant.
Oh WOW! A Dion and the Belmonts fan!!! "I Wonder Why"?... And you are right... Even the 'unrequited love' songs had an anti-depressant quality to them!
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