What's interesting to me about any "top 40" playlists is the music at the top and bottom usually belonged there. A lot of hits went past the lower ranks immediately after release. Some that barely made the list did so because they weren't that good a song to begin with. Some very forgettable music hovered in the lower ratings and likely even got mention because of monetary promotion.

The life of Dick Clark is a good read to learn about the Payola scandal. How he wiggled out of that is very interesting. Meanwhile many didn't.

Hearing Casey Kasem melt down and go off the rails (it's an easy search) makes me laugh every time I hear it. It's equally as profane as the examples available from Buddy Rich or Bill O'Reilly, and equally as funny.

Remember when the slides were polished steel from all the kids sliding down?
They also burned you on a hot sunny day!

I remember when they were stainless steel. They may have gotten more polished. Certainly rivets on jeans didn't do any good, but the metal was hard.

The first ever Hardee’s restaurant in Greenville, North Carolina, 1960. The original menu featured 15-cent hamburgers, 10-cent fries, and 20-cent milkshakes, and the place quickly became a success for its unique charbroiled burgers.

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Loved this show!

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I loved Mr. Ed. I have a personal connection! :confused:
In 1963 when we left Hawaii, we returned on the cruise ship Matsonia. The lady that played the wife of Wilbur and her twin sister was on the ship. We got to meet them, and we had a meal with them. My dad was real happy, but mom was less so for some reason.

Never will forget this song. It was late March in 1968; I just finished basic training at Lackland AFB in San Antonio TX. A group of us went to the base bistro just inside the main gate for 3.2 beer and pizza. There was a jukebox in the bistro and I played The Look of Love by Dusty. I played it over and over missing my girlfriend who later became my wife. I now have a 1966 Seeburg Stereo Showcase in my basement bar and an original 45 Dusty Springfield recording of this song. It always brings me back to that wonderful cold late March day in Texas after going through a challenging six weeks of basic and enjoying friendship, 3.2 beer and below average pizza (for a New Jersey Italian) at the base bistro. I remember absolutely everything about that day and that moment which I will forever treasure.

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There was a slide much like that on base at Maxwell AFB when I was a kid. About 10 boys all ran home to get a 3 foot piece of wax paper from their moms. We all rode sown on the wax paper a few times, and that waxed the stainless steel. Then sitting in jeans, we really got to moving going down the slide. We had to lean a lot to avoid flying off the slide. The pit at the bottom was down to bare dirt, and our shoes and feet took a beating. We all had a blast. Not one adult in sight.

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My brother's Chevy Van and my Buick to the right while we were seniors in high school (1972), which was a 12 mile drive away. The blue truck belonged to my step-dad.

My brother thought he was a romeo with that van...lol....

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Daytona 1960s.....

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A generation that walked to school and then walked back.
A generation that did their homework alone to get out asap to play in the street.
A generation that spent all their free time in the streets with their Friends.
A generation that played hide and seek when dark.
A generation that made mud cakes.
A generation that collected sports cards.
A generation that found, collected, washed & returned empty coke bottles to the local grocery store for 5 cents each, then bought a Mountain Dew and candy bar with the money.
A generation that made paper toys with their bare hands.
A generation who bought vinyl albums to play on record players.
A generation that collected photos and albums of clippings of their life experiences as a Kid.
A generation that played board games and cards on rainy days.
A generation whose TV went off at midnight after playing the National Anthem.
A generation that had parents who were there.
A generation that laughed under the covers in bed so parents didn't know we were still awake.
A generation that is passing and unfortunately it will never return no matter how hard we try.
I loved Growing up when I did. it was the best of times!!!

Do you remember the big sign that read "OFF LIMITS TO ALL MALE PERSONNEL BY ORDER OF THE COMMANDER"? :D