Good old days
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I worked in tobacco long enough to know I NEVER wanted to work in tobacco!
Damn you man! Just ruined it for me there by bringing up some painful memories!
My freshman year I was lucky to be in school with one of the hottest senior classes of all time at my HS. I mean, the ladies in that class were smokin' hot. Not just one or two, but dozens! Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance. Short, skinny and a face only a mother could love, I couldn't score a date if I had paid for it with Trump money!
Buying coca cola with cocaine in it.
in 12" of snow, of course...
Seriously though, when I was in 3rd or 4th grade, there was a few month period where I had to walk home from school (about 2 miles) with my younger sister in tow.
There's no way in hell I'd have let my kids do that when they were 8, 9, 10 years old.
There's no way in hell I'd have let my kids do that when they were 8, 9, 10 years old.
Why, they could have hitched a ride with someone along the way.
Yeah, that’s a bit young. I walked to school in 7th and 8th grade. Loved it too. We would meet at this place in the woods right behind the school and smoke and dip until the bell rang. Those were the days.
I rode my bike to school in kindergarten. Granted, I lived less than a mile from the school, but still. WTH were my parents thinking? Worst wreck I ever had on a bike (and that is saying a LOT!) was that year. I was trying to just a bump in the sidewalk (asphalt, not concrete back in the day) where a tree root was growing under it. I hit it wrong, went head first over the handlebars and skidded on the sidewalk. Cut the crap out of my upper lip right under my nose and had to have 4-5 stitches. I remember laying in the principal's office on the secretary's desk crying my eyes out until my mom got there. Kids walking by staring at me like I was an alien. Came to school the next day with stitches and kids said I looked like Hitler. Which, I guess I did!
I had a driveway that sloped down to my back yard. We had a fence with a gate to keep the dogs in. My buddy and I built a ramp and tried (failed) to jump my Green Machine and his Big Wheel over the fence.
I had a driveway that sloped down to my back yard. We had a fence with a gate to keep the dogs in. My buddy and I built a ramp and tried (failed) to jump my Green Machine and his Big Wheel over the fence.
The $10 handies you use to get at the Thomasville Inn w no questions asked.
Did this involve a certain OOTB person's Mom?
Haha. Awesome
My buddies and I built a ramp to jump a trash can on our bikes. The first dude that tried slipped of his seat during landing, and crushed his nuts on the top tube. Needless to say the rest of us decided against trying.
I wonder if that dude was ever able to have kids...
We built 1/4 pipes on the side of the road for skating. Traffic was not bad back then. My dad built me a 1/2 pipe in our yard. No pads or helmet.
My brother scored a dirt bike for Christmas one year. Dad made him use his football helmet while riding. Naturally, I was older and didn't require one
My brother scored a dirt bike for Christmas one year. Dad made him use his football helmet while riding. Naturally, I was older and didn't require one
Good luck! I dipped for 14 years, quit last January, haven’t had a dip since
Walking downtown on Saturdays to go to the movies for a Holsum bread wrapper, then stopping at the newsstand and Zack's for hot dog.
Also walking down to the dime store and drug store for a cherry coke!
Also walking down to the dime store and drug store for a cherry coke!
Back in 1967 I got a summer job at a full service gas station (do they even exist anymore?)
I loved it. I washed cars, pumped gas and cleaned windshields, changed oil, filter, lube and fixed flats. I never got into the repairing motors or doing tuneups.
The dirtiest car I ever had to clean was a 1959 Rambler Nash. The man that owned it was a chain smoker and when he would fill up his ash tray with cigarette butts, he would just dump it in the back seat floorboard. Luckily it wasn't carpet but rubber.
Speaking of rubbers, another guy who brought in his car to be washed would hide his box of prophylactics under the car seat so his wife wouldn't find the evidence that he was screwing around on her. You can find out a lot about people when you vacuum their cars.
Edit - I got paid $1 an hour under the table. Man I thought I was rich when payday came around.
I loved it. I washed cars, pumped gas and cleaned windshields, changed oil, filter, lube and fixed flats. I never got into the repairing motors or doing tuneups.
The dirtiest car I ever had to clean was a 1959 Rambler Nash. The man that owned it was a chain smoker and when he would fill up his ash tray with cigarette butts, he would just dump it in the back seat floorboard. Luckily it wasn't carpet but rubber.
Speaking of rubbers, another guy who brought in his car to be washed would hide his box of prophylactics under the car seat so his wife wouldn't find the evidence that he was screwing around on her. You can find out a lot about people when you vacuum their cars.
Edit - I got paid $1 an hour under the table. Man I thought I was rich when payday came around.
I think you and me and GSD grew up in the same town.
Reidsville. Home of American Tobacco Company for about 50 years, until they were bought out by Brown & Williamson many moons ago. Factory all but closed down and has been passed around, sold and resold several times over the years. Commonwealth owns it now, but they sold out to Lorrillard recently and it is in the process of being closed for good now.
Back in the day, they paid for so much in this community it was almost unreal. My grandfather retired from there and remembered them passing money out to people during the depression. Executives would take bags of money and go downtown and just pass money out until it was gone to help people out. They paid for hospital renovations, government buildings, community centers and no telling what else over the years. If you see any pictures from WWII of soldiers smoking, most likely they are smoking cigarettes made by American Tobacco Company, which was the world leader at the time (Lucky Strike was THE top seller). That factory was in Reidsville and made hundreds of billions of cigarettes over the years.
When I was in HS they decided to fly in a big-wig from NY to speak to the masses (long after they moved the HQ out) and wanted to use the auditorium at my HS for the meeting since it was so big and so nice. (Yes, they helped pay for it to be built back in the 70's) So, they send some guy out to make sure things were "right" and he didn't like the plexiglass windows on the cafeteria all scratched up ACROSS from the auditorium, so he had them replaced. He also wanted music played, but we had a dinky audio system in there, so he gave the drama director $1000 to go buy a new one. They had all the workers come in on a Saturday and fed them like they were kings. Big-wig flew into Greensboro, then took a helicopter to Reidsville, landed on the baseball field and he spoke for 10 minutes, got back in the helicopter and flew back to NY. The whole event lasted less than an hour and they spent all that money just to make it look nice.
Me and a buddy of mine love when we see people older than us dipping. Because we both convince ourselves, "well, he's still dipping and is no worse for the wear" and it makes us feel better about our own addiction. Been about 30 years for me and I'm dipping more today than ever before. I love dipping but I hate being a slave to it.
Now I'm anxious. I think I'll have a dip to settle me.
I grew up in Burlington, and live in Guilford Co. now, but whenever I'm in Alamance Co., I try to work in a visit to Zack's for a couple of combo dogs.
I have no idea. I've not heard that. Not sure why it would be, it's the same drug. But I will say that at least my dipping doesn't effect others. And I don't have to walk outside to dip. And I don't get a look of disgust from other when I'm dipping like smokers do (because no one really knows when I'm dipping). So maybe it's not that dipping is "more addictive". Maybe it's just that it's an easier habit to have than smoking.
Well, I started smoking in college, but I chewed and dipped from HS through college and for many years after that. At one point in college I was dipping, chewing and smoking. Yes, I had all three in my possession at one time.
I can tell you I stopped smoking cold turkey and not once have I had a craving for them. I haven't chewed or dipped in many years, but every once in a while I get the damnedest craving for Levi Garrett. I can't explain it. Just want to have a chew so bad I can barely stand it.
So, yes, I do think it is more addictive.
I thought I read that the nicotine was higher than a cigarette, but don't recall exactly how much.
Good luck to you guys that are trying to cut back or quit; I know it's not an easy thing. My dad smoked forever, and tried numerous times to quit but couldn't stay with it.
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