Charlie

How could I have forgotten about pinball machines? That's probably where I learned my hand/eye co-ordination for playing tennis years later.

Oh, come on! He's probably about 35.

Yeah, I've done that, too (yawn).

In many cases it probably wasn't as simple as we thought--it just seemed simple to us, because it was what we were familiar with.

They're lucky it didn't land on the roof.

Don't worry about what's in it--it will be after you are deceased.

Correct!

Remembering things.

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I would love to be able to play a musical instrument well, preferably the organ or the cello.

The last time I looked younger than I was, I was probably about 16. After that, I almost always looked older than I was, which was convenient, because I was often the youngest person in a group--when I started teaching, I was actually younger than many of my students, and I didn't want them to know my age. I didn't really notice how I old I was starting to look until I was about 75, but at that point what did it matter?

I worked in the main building, which certainly was much newer than the 1880s.

Although the chain went out of business in 1977, if I remember correctly, the flagship store on Market Street was no longer a full service department store in the mid-70s, certainly not competitive with Gimbel's, Wanamaker's and Strawbridge's any longer. My sense was that it had become more like a downtown competitor to K-Mart, but in a classic building.

It's still there. I used to work there, in the 1960s.

Dog. Unless the man is shivering because he's only wearing a jock strap.

Dog. Unless the man is shivering because he's only wearing a jock strap.

In fact, I have made arrangements for the unexpurgated copy to be held by a scholarly archive. They said they looked forward to having it for research purposes--after I am dead.

Lit's was gone by about 1970. However, Jacob Reed's lasted a long time; I am still wearing clothes I bought there.

I have one memory that my mother insists had to be when I was 18 mos. old, because the outfit I was wearing in the memory was from that age.

I used to visit my grandmother in the summer when I was a kid. She lived in an old house on the Hudson River near West Point, that had no electricity nor indoor plumbing except a hand pump in the kitchen sink. I don't remember what she did for heat, because I never went there in the winter. The only thing about being there that wasn't fun was having to use the outhouse at night with no light to see what was crawling around out there.

I knew one of my great-aunts, who was born during the Civil War. Both of my grandfathers could remember President Grant.

I remember having to buy a manual typewriter to take to college, after my high school guidance counselor explained to me that my professors probably would not take kindly to me turning in handwritten term papers. I still have never learned how to type.

My father would have celebrated his 115th birthday last week. My mother was two years older than he was. However, since I am a lot older than you are, they were not as old when I was born as yours were when you were born. The last birthday my mother celebrated was her 102nd.

Couch.

My spouse still calls the refrigerator "the icebox."