Drop your gun and put up your hands or I will take off my mask!
OK Seriously folks : Here are some memories that I turned up while sweeping out the dusty corners of my mind.
Pennies are still with us , but where to stick them is getting harder. Remember the penny gum ball machines that were every where you looked. They would have to take credit cards now so I guess they will not come back. And the scales for weighing yourself. Stick in a penny and get your weight and your “fortune”. The weight was pretty accurate but the fortune was kind of iffy. But for a penny.
In the Fall , I remember the smell of moth balls as people got their Winter woolens out of storage and wore them because it suddenly got cold. I never smell that anymore and wonder if all the moths have died from eating all that nylon and Dacron. The moth balls and the moths both seem to be gone.
Driving my little pickup the other day and remembered when all tanker trucks carrying gasoline had a little piece of chain that hung down from the trailer and dragged on the pavement. The theory was that it would bleed off the static electricity and prevent sparks that could cause a fire. The only sparks I ever saw were caused by that chain dragging on the street. What changed? The chains are gone.
In the 50s and 60s , a lot of cars had an extra set of headlights with yellow lenses. Mostly were added by the owner, but some were dealer options. The were supposed to work better for seeing in fog. I never had them , so I can't say. We still have fog, but the lights are gone.