...when ya got an inch-long hair sticking straight outta your ear but you're too blind to notice
I remember riding in the back of a pickup truck and seat belts in cars were optional.
The y must have predicted texting and driving in the future
Well if you have a old car with no belts in my area you still don't need em... even if someone's texting and driving they could hit your 64 caddy and unless they were in a cement mixer you are laughing
My dad was 'ahead of the times'. In '59-'61, he had blue prints for a bomb shelter for our back yard. We wish that came to fruition- a new fort vs. digging a hole and placing left over Xmas tress (still with straggling stringy ice cycle strands) for our 'frontier fort'.
In '62, he started selling those clip seat belts you bolt from behind the front seats. Remember going with him a few times to see the puzzling looks on people's faces..."Seat Belts????!!!"
Getting old is when your stool is harder than your dick...