It’s a weekend with no car shows in Southern Alberta, so it’s a good time to do some reminiscing.
Obtaining my driver’s licence in 1969 was my ticket to freedom. I had a 1950 Pontiac, a beautiful, vivacious girlfriend, and life was good. At the age of 16, there was so much to discover every day.
We enjoyed a simpler way of life with no cell phones, where people communicated and we didn’t have a lot of material things. Owning a new car was a distant dream.
On the weekend, the challenge was trying to find an older person who would buy beer for us. Now that I’m a teetotaler, it’s amazing to think I could stay out ’til the early morning hours and drink a six pack of Blue and still function the next day.
Of course, we parked out in a farmer’s field to drink the beer and “talk.”
Some of the songs we listened to 1969 hit songs
I cringe when I think of some of the crazy things we did. The absolute worst was the night a couple buddies and I, after drinking a few beers, decided to climb the microwave tower near our farm. Right to the top. I feel lucky to be alive!
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