Hello, When we moved from a very small trailer to our first home, things changed a little. Now, we had a huge enclosed yard with a white picket fence and tons of places to play, in the tall grassy area behind our garage and yard. At first, it was cowboys that took over our pretend play. Our dog, Duke, played his part as our trusty horse. He loved the action as much as we did in the yard and in the tall grassy area behind our backyard. The open field was huge and ran all the way to the Terminal Island Freeway. The "combo cowboy" with his sidekick, Duke. So, I became my own western hero with his sidekick, Duke. But this outfit was a combination of many different hats, shirts, chrome 6 guns and cowboy boots. A real So Cal western fanatic built from different cowboy influences. It was probably those cowboy TV shows that influenced me to change outfits to match the hero of the day. I was probably Gene Autry, "The Singing Cowboy," at one time. Ha! 1947-48 Cowboy Bob rode in a 1941 Buick Fastback sedan, along side his companion, Duke. That was our covered wagon, not a station wagon, but a fastback Buick. Then, you know that Hopalong Cassidy rode the 41 Buick a few times before his time in the 49 Buick 4 door Roadmaster. (A larger cowboy wagon of sorts.) The large 49 Buick Roadmaster kept our outfits nice an clean, Which made our mom happy, too. Jnaki But there was a problem. My brother also had his own Hopalong Cassidy outfit and I had to revert back to Cowboy Bob when we rode in the back seat. Note: My brother and I had matching Hopalong Cassidy outfits, complete with silver dual guns. But, lucky for me, he somehow outgrew his outfit and his interests changed from cowboys to Army battles. So, I was the only one with an all black, Hopalong Cassidy outfit for the next couple of years. At least my friends in the neighborhood still liked playing grass forts and cowboy battles in the huge field behind our houses. It must have been the time period of growing up, as we too, no longer put on our Hopalong Cassidy outfits in a couple of years. But, I was always a faster in the timed draws with our shiny 6 guns. Our extended family of cousins got both outfits for their younger kid playing days. They were three+ years younger than both of us. Pay it forward, before the phrase was relevant. Note 2: Luckily, my brother's older friends usually played on a different part of the blocks long grassy field with their Army stuff. We did not get teased with our cowboy outfits. But, when the huge grassy field was merging together due to widening our playing field, we both usually ended up in a tall grass, "air bomb" fight from our respective bunkers and berms. The tall grass clumps were perfect as early cannon balls or Army howitzer shells flying through the air. YRMV
This guy, who’s getting to work on time. How? Motorized roller skates. It’s 1961 in Hartford, Connecticut, and Mike Dreschler, a salesman, is stopped at his local Sunoco for a fill-up. That’s a one-horsepower air-cooled engine on his back; clutch and accelerator in-hand.
That poor Chevy deserved a better owner. With a mentality like hers, I'd say the ex made a lucky getaway.
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