Here's where age comes in handy. The 2 is part of the address. In 1962 the 2 would have indicated the zone. These later became zip codes. In Nashville whatever was sitting at the arena site would have been 501 Broadway Nashville (3), Tenn. (now it's 37203)Thanks, but I could have guessed that date. Or maybe hit Control+ to zoom in a little in my old age.
I will guess that the (2) is the edition number. (I was a news carrier for 3 years)
Read all about it! Glenn orbits the earth!!! (I never hawked papers, I had a 4 block long route with 50 customers, 60 on Sundays.)
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I had a 4 block long route with 50 customers, 60 on Sundays.)
Just the opposite in our parking lot. ALL the cars were nearing break down stage, teachers and students--ha! Welcome to Lewisburg TN! One guy had a 20 year old ambulance or hearse, I forget now. The only "fancy" car I can think of is Laws' dusty blue Opel. My HS boyfriend had a 63 VW I think (it had been his sister's and she was 10 years older--I know her folks didn't get her a new car). It was red, we called it Smeagol.In high school there were close assigned parking places for the teachers and staff, and a few for lucky students who were selected in a lottery/drawing every quarter. These were prized locations, the main student parking was 1/4 mile away. Some how I was selected for one of these places for 5 of 6 'drawings' during junior & senior years. And as a senior I was drawn for the the spot closest to the exit so I could get out easily all 3 times. The staff knew that I was leaving for work, I always registered for period '0', the early one before homeroom so I could leave early. My old VW work car was so out of place along the mommy & daddy bought shiny things that were the bulk of the cars there. Some student cars were far nicer than the teachers.
You slacker. 4 Blocks ??? My legs weren't even warmed up after 4 blocks distance.
I started with a 32 paper route in 1/2 of a subdivision behind my house on my bicycle in 7th grade - elementary school. When the other kid quit I took over his equal sized route. Worked through high school (8th - 12th grade). Just before my 16th birthday (car) the woman who delivered the papers to me and one other kids house quit. She also had a route of about 270 customers. I took over her job and was delivering about 330 a day. When the last kid quit I took over all the route and had over 350 a day. I guarantee that I was the only kid in my high school who worked like that. I did get away for 3 weeks 3 summers when my family went camping through Canada and Alaska, but that was early on when I only had 65 papers.
Were some Boy Scout weekend camp outs even after I got a car that I got someone to cover. I stayed in BS but aged out before I could finish the Community Service Project that was required for Eagle Scout. Had all the required merit badges. In my best Bob Uecker voice ... "Missed it by that much"
Bought my first car, a used 1966 VW Beetle, with the money I saved from my bicycle route. I quickly learned how to manage a manual transmission. Hundreds of shifts every afternoon, several thousand shifts a week on the paper route alone. I got to know clutches early.
The Atlanta Journal was the afternoon paper so I could do it after school. Sunday morning was a combined paper with the Atlanta Constitution, a leg crusher on the bike given the hills. Usually had to make two trips because of the size - weight leaving really early so I could be done shortly after sunrise. Still have a scar on my ankle from a puncture wound I got from a Sunday morning bicycle crash. Came home bleeding through my sock and shoe.
Like I said .. you slacker!
Here's where age comes in handy. The 2 is part of the address. In 1962 the 2 would have indicated the zone. These later became zip codes. In Nashville whatever was sitting at the arena site would have been 501 Broadway Nashville (3), Tenn. (now it's 37203)
Note to the left of ATLANTA (2), GA. is a PO Box number and it was probably located at the post office for what is now 30302. It's moved since then so it took a little digging to find out the original site! It was nearby in what is now 30303.
I can vaguely remember when it changed over. We lived in Nashville 14, Tenn. when I was learning my address. By the time we moved to Richmond VA at age 6 it was 23229.
For you space nuts who haven't heard me crow about this already, my mom's first cousin was an astronaut. Harrison Schmitt. Last person to walk on the moon. We were invited to the launch and everything. (Apollo XVII)
Yep -- family calls him Jackie. Middle name is our family name of Hagan. My mother said he was allowed to give his mother (my Great Aunt Ethel) a moon rock with the stipulation that it be given to the Smithsonian upon her death--I think it was made into a necklace. Not sure if it was the green one or not.I am a space nut. I remember Harrison "Jack" Schmitt, the only scientist, a geologist, to visit the Moon. He found a green moon rock, which was very unusual. I remember that he also became a Senator, from New Mexico. He is one of 4 of the 12 moon walkers who is still alive. I believe that Aldrin and Duke are two of the others. Maybe Dave Scott?
Sundays were a beast, after the light Saturday paper had to go back and get what we called the inserts and stuff them together, then 4 am Sundays would get the news and combine them all. I hated Sundays. But in Atlanta we didn't have the snow.
Yep -- family calls him Jackie. Middle name is our family name of Hagan. My mother said he was allowed to give his mother (my Great Aunt Ethel) a moon rock with the stipulation that it be given to the Smithsonian upon her death--I think it was made into a necklace. Not sure if it was the green one or not.
I've been to the Smithsonian but I was 7 so don't remember much. I need to go back... I have a vague recollection of seeing my father underneath an airplane or a dinosaur with wings hanging from the ceiling. Dad was wearing a hat, white shirt and tan shorts. That is literally all I remember of the place.I was in DC 2 summers ago with my wife. We visited the Smithsonian. We went to the Air & Space Museum (bucket list) and saw at least 1 moon rock. (Maybe it was Great Aunt Ethyl's?) It was June 20, the day the Caps celebrated winning the Stanley Cup. Somebody handed me a Caps sign on the way out of the Metro. There were no garbage cans nearby, so I said "Thanks!". I saw Barry Trotz's neck from about 100 feet away (never even dreamed of that one!) and thought that he must be drunk, because he gave a very strange speech. (He quit about a week after I saw him) We had lunch at the Castle (bucket list).
We went over to the History Museum to see the Fort McHenry flag. You could cover my house with that Old Glory, it is HUGE. I went around 90% of that museum and missed seeing Archie and Edith's chairs and the Fonz's leather jacket. I still don't see how that happened! I saw coins and bills, toys, the museum of transportation, First Ladies dresses, some ancient gun boat, a pair of the Ruby Slippers and the Greensboro Lunch Counter.
We did one that was like the exact opposite... it must have been about 500 sq. miles of rural countryside, and we only did weekends because anybody who got a daily paper got it in their mailbox with their mail during the week, and we'd only be delivering the weekend edition. I say "we" because I must have been about 11 or 12 at first and one of my parents would have to drive, and I'd sit in the back of the pickup folding and stuffing and putting them in the boxes. Although some bad weather we'd take car trips instead if we didn't just wait it out, and I liked that better because sitting in the back of the truck on some of the dirt roads wasn't always fun... slow driving stop and go for 6 hours in a cloud of dust. The one thing I remember most about it, some point when I was a little older, but still not when I was learning to drive it myself, one of the older highschool seniors died in a car crash with 3 friends, it was one of those things that rocked the community, and the story was on the front page of the edition we were delivering, and his family were subscribers. I mean we all knew everybody else, even though they might have lived 15 miles from our farm they were still our neighbors and acquaintances, and that was a car day and I just remember us talking it out for like an hour before we got to their place on the route, with my dad, whether we should put that paper with the frontpage story in their box that day, like the last thing they needed at that time in their grief was another reminder whenever they got around to checking the mail. We did. But it always stuck in my head deliberating about it at the time. In hindsight it seems a lot more obvious you'd want them to have it, like there aren't any "reminders" when something is consuming your whole world already, but at the time it was just something that seemed like more of a dilemma for some reason.I ran a paper route in Philly in middle school, it was only two blocks, about half mile total, but 80 homes due to the density. Of course it was a "free" paper, and every Wednesday I had to go door to door asking for donations. Nobody likes getting the paper itself, and they sure didn't like getting solicited. As an 11-12 year old I had grown adults say things to me that would have made Gritty blush if he were around then!
My old Senator! I never got to meet Colonel Glenn in person. I did drive on his highway a few times.
Everybody always said what a nice guy he was. That is kind of funny for a guy who was a Colonel in the Marine Corps!
I can't read the date, but he launched on February 20, 1962. I don't remember that day. I remember the Gemini missions.
His widow just passed away. She was 100, IIRC.
Wow, dude has come a long way. What was his controversy again? There was something he did as a kid that put a black mark beside his name... ?Former Pred(and a lot of other teams) Brandon Bochenski just got elected mayor of Grand Forks ND