CJK

I remember when companies like Zenith would run ads for TVs on TV. In the ads, they would turn on their TV and ask viewers to see how clear the picture shines. The thing is most people did not realize the picture would only be as clear as the picture on their present set. Many people actually swore they were seeing a clearer picture on the set being advertised which was, of course, impossible.

I remember when there was no Blockbuster. Or VCRs. We got our first VCR in 1984 when I was already in college. Neighbors got theirs in 1977 which was pretty early.
We had B&W TVs in my earliest memories. One day, my dad, who was doctor, mad a housecall to patients who lived in a poor section of town and who he knew were on public assistance. They had a brand-new color TV. My dad thought if they could have a color TV then their doctor should be able to have a color TV. He and my mom went to Penn Furniture the next day and bought a console TV. 
Note: two more things I remember: Housecalls and console TVs.

I remember when companies like Zenith would run ads for TVs on TV. In the ads, they would turn on their TV and ask viewers to see how clear the picture shines. The thing is most people did not realize the picture would only be as clear as the picture on their present set. Many people actually swore they were seeing a clearer picture on the set being advertised which was, of course, impossible.

I remember when companies like Zenith would run ads for TVs on TV. In the ads, they would turn on their TV and ask viewers to see how clear the picture shines. The thing is most people did not realize the picture would only be as clear as the picture on their present set. Many people actually swore they were seeing a clearer picture on the set being advertised which was, of course, impossible.

A cigarette vending machine at a restaurant my family frequented sold cigarettes for $0.20/pack. There was one brand that was only $0.19/pack but the machine could not charge two different prices, so the less expensive brand  had a penny tucked between the pack wrapper and the cellophane covering.

A cigarette vending machine at a restaurant my family frequented sold cigarettes for $0.20/pack. There was one brand that was only $0.19/pack but the machine could not charge two different prices, so the less expensive brand  had a penny tucked between the pack wrapper and the cellophane covering.

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

hand crank phones and party lines. (we had a neighbor who still had both so I actually know how to dial on the hand crank!)
Despite being born in 1964, I do not remember having a TV antenna. Our rural mountain area had one of the earliest cable systems. Those without cable could only get one station. With 1964 cable we could get five stations - WFBG Altoona CBS, WJAC Johnstown NBC, WPSX Phillipsburg/State College PBS and the mystery channel, which could be KDKA or WPGH or WQED from Pittsburgh... If there was something you wanted to see you could call the cable company and if nobody had made a request for that time already they would play what you requested. In 1979 the system grew to twelve stations and, if you paid for a box, ESPN, Headline News (Westinghouse), ESPN, TBS and the Movie Channel.
 
 
 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

After Remington's moved the men upstairs the private dance area was a large open room in the back with small cubicles that only had partitions that went up two or three feet. Everyone could see you playing with your private dancer and you could see everyone else. I was back there with this pretty hot guy. We were getting very busy and I kinda lost track of the fact that others could see us. He was visibly excited. Very. Next thing i knew there was another dancer in the cubicle with us. As we were reaching the point of no return I looked around and saw we had quite an audience. They applauded as we finished. It turned out the dancer who joined us was from a small town a couple hours outside of Toronto and was deeply in the closet. He wanted in on the action pretty bad. He and I still chat on FB.
There was also a gay motel in Key West that had a strip bar with an open room where you would go for a private dance in a big room in the back. There were no walls so everyone could watch you and you could watch everyone. I sometimes stayed there for the night and would get the room closest to the bar. Dancers would come over and one even spent the night with me.
Those were great places to go for a first time. 
I would actually recommend BJs in Atlanta for a first timer. It is not all naked but the guys actually do a lot in the private rooms and they are pretty good at taking the lead and giving a great private experience. 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Gosh, one more....
May 1982, a few friends and I got up very early, met in the high school parking lot and put signs on all the doors saying, "School Closed due to Water Main Break. Listen to WF**-am for updates and to find out if school will be open tomorrow." Despite being in a mostly rural area, our high school was huge with thousands of students, five buildings and dozens of doors so this was no small task. It served most of the county, including the medium size city therein. While a dozen or so kids participated in the prank, it was my idea and I made the signs on my dad's office copying machine, got the tape and coordinated who was meeting where and when to pull this off.
We sat at the top of the hill and watched people read the signs, turn around and leave. Pretty soon the radio station was reporting that the school was in fact open, which only made the problem worse. People now had an excuse to skip school. Eventually the district announced the school would be closed that day because very few people were there. We spend the day at someone's hunting cabin outside of town listening to the Doobie Brothers, drinking (beer and cold duck!) and smoking pot. Somehow word got out quickly about the party. There were probably a couple hundred people at the hunting cabin. 
The next day the principal got on the PA and promised the perps would be caught and punished. Fast forward ten years at my high school reunion. I was talking to a former classmate when the principal beelined over and said he wanted to get something off his chest. It seems he knew who planned the prank the day it happened, but he and my dad, who was deceased at that point, decided the worst punishment would be if I continued to be worried about getting caught so i couldn't brag to everyone. They were right. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

Little did we know that Ted Haggard reads and posts to this board!
My contribution is in a similar vein, but from the other side. It was late at night. August 1989. I was driving from Philly to Bethlehem, PA. The route takes you through Quakertown. When stopped at a light, a guy in a station wagon pulls up next to me and motions for my attention. He was likely in his thirties, not all that hot, but it was the only offer I was going to get that night, so I followed him behind a furniture store, got out of my car and we started going at it. Clothes were quickly off, and he was eating my cock like he was starving. 
Suddenly a police car pulled up. We were screwed. They asked for our licenses and car registrations. We sat in silence until the cops came back. Addressing the other guy, one cop asked, "Father, is the station wagon registered to the church?" Holy crap, i was doing the deed with a priest. I am going to burn in hell. The police officer then said he did not want to arrest a priest, so he was letting him walk. The cop turned to me and said since he was letting the priest go, he had to let me go, too. 

I loved the Follies. On another thread, I posted about the time Joey Stefano performed on a Sunday afternoon and I nailed him in the theater in front of the audience. What I didn't post was how hot it was that day, I was wearing lycra bike shorts with no underwear and was rushing to make the show. I grabbed a can of tuna and quickly ate it in the car on the way to the theater while driving. The can tipped over at some point. Tuna juice got all over my shorts and I know my cock smelled like tuna. Joey Stefano smelled my crotch, gave me a strange look and did not put his nose anywhere near my cock again. Instead he turned around and bent over. (Again, miraculous I remain HIV-negative.)
What many reading this might not know is that the Follies had a major fire in 1977, killing nine with four survivors. Rescue crews found one survivor under several dead bodies. It turned out that survivor was a conservative Mississippi congressman. Rep John C Hinson was later arrested for sodomy in a congressional office building men's room. He resigned after that and several year later died of AIDs.
I worked part-time in the Rayburn Building at the time of his arrest, while I was in college. It was very well known what was happening in the men's room. Each congressperson had a personal bathroom in his/her private office but the staff was supposed to use the restrooms in the hallway. The chief of staff gave me permission to us the private bathroom in the Congressman's personal office, which was unheard of, because she didn't want the eighteen year old, me, having to fight off the trolls in the men's room. If the Congressman was in a meeting I was supposed to go next door to Rep Pat Shroeder's office, which actually had two private bathrooms. 

This actually spotlights an important point the OP should consider when reading posts on this thread. @Sydneysider is correct about the dancers at Stockbar being fresh and they are often buff, and apparently, he values that in dancers. When you read my posts be aware that I like seedier and grittier. (SF Campus, DC Follies and Midtowne Spas dancers pre-Covid - hmm, all of these places are gone!) There is nothing wrong with either viewpoint, but hopefully the OP has some idea which he would prefer and follows the advice offered from that vantage point.