Hello, thanks for
stopping by. Born and raised in north Jersey. A nice little suburb where you would always hear one of the neighbors yelling at their kids on a hot, summer night. And if the air was still, you could hear the ‘SMACK’ which quickly followed. Those were the days when kids where let out in the morning, showed up again for lunch, and then disappeared until dinner, or until the street lights came on. It was a time where the big, fat kids ruled, headlocks were permanently spine altering, everybody ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. No allergies. Nobody was watching us, nobody cared, and the adults were just glad we were out of their hair. The older kids had that inborn, neighborhood responsibility built in. Sure, they would abuse us, make us chase down the ball before it went into the sewer, and then hold us upside down with our head in the sewer to reach the ball that just rolled in.
Camp for the summer, and counselors who were rewarded by your dad for keeping you in line.
There was no such thing as ‘bad food’. In fact, NEW foods were constantly being created! And all were loaded with sugar, tons of sugar. And very colorful, too. Creative food engineering to a clueless, happy, generation of clothesline users.