Friday Nostalgia

When I was growing up, we had to crank a handle to roll the car window up, pull our ice from a metal tray, and pen our "texts" on a piece of paper that had to be passed from person to person until it reached its intended reader.

And our wrestlers looked like this:

1 comment:

Mary Campbell said...

That makes me sad....to think the art of note-passing has probably been replaced by abbreviated and impersonal text-messages.

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