Dust off the slide projector... Clear out some room for the screeen (or hang a sheet on the wall). Organize all of those slides... Invite the gang over to see slides... Heading out on a family vacation... Mishaps along the way Stop by to visit Grandpa Someone says "Hey! I remember making a couple of those planters ^^^^ from old tires!" Show off the fish you caught... or some antics on the beach... Back home from vacation and the neighbor has a new car!
Maybe our slide show is called Vintage Shots from Days Gone By! We'll see pictures from a car show Or maybe a day at the races One slide always manages to be upside-down, and we hear some laughter! How about a picture to prove that we bumped into Dale and Roy, or John? A not so flattering picture comes along and there are a few comments... A few muffled moans and groans because there might be too many similar pictures, or pictures of subjects that someone isn't particularly interested in. Along comes a little bit louder comment, or one that is misinterpreted, and the audience is thinking ... Anyway, the gang still gets together regularly to reminisce and talk about the old photos. If you get up to grab a snack and a drink before intermission, keep in mind that others are still enjoying the show!
I can't remember the guy's name, but years ago there was a comedian that had a whole routine about a family bore narrating the family slides. There's nothing worse than "Uncle Fred's" loooong drawn out explanation of each slide.......
53? or 54? When I got my license in 1963 those early 50's Chevys were a dime a dozen. A fairly decent one was around $125 + A really cherry one was around $225. 3 spd (on the tree) was the most sought after but a slip and slide (powerglide) was ok too. Most of them were junk by 80,000 miles. Headliners falling down or missing. Seats? forget about it. Windows (worn out weather strip) and doors rattled so loud you couldn't stand it. Latches or hinges worn to the point doors would fly open turning a corner. When mom or dad came to a stop they had to throw an arm across the chest of their children to prevent them from going through the windshield. At least a quart of oil, usually reclaimed, with every gas purchase. Oil dripping underneath from breather tubes and just plain leaks would leave oil slicks in parking spots, to include your garage or driveway. They don't make them like they used to...thank god. Check it out. What's to hate about the style?
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