I remember when a local Sears had still had some "skip tooth" chain on the bottom shelf of the bike and lawn mower parts section. Man, this place is firing some pretty crusty old synapses in my head this evening.
Every day in the 1950s, in the summer, a bunch of us would adventure bike. We would ride three miles to the local swimming hole followed by a two mile park ride, or 8 miles total on a balooner. Or we would ride out to abandoned mines, go down in them, and dig for galena for our our crystal radios. Sometimes we would do something stupid like take inner tubes on our bikes and swim out to a nearby Lake Superior Island and paddle around it, or go rock climbing and slide on sandstone plates and almost go over a cliff. I cringe when college students die doing the same thing now. In the winter we would comb our hair into elaborate DAs (Ducks Butts) and let our wet hair freeze in place while we walked the five blocks to the Palestra, an unheated indoor skating rink. It’s sadly long gone as is our roller rink as kids now a days are too busy learning to speak geek to support such endeavors. Lots of girls there to meet. I made a lot of electronic stuff, amps, radios, power supplies and transmitters but now it’s all integrated parts so you just plug stuff in. I used to design and etch my own circuit boards, when I was in the seventh grade. My friends did the same. The library had all the info required. I also built a working pistol, but I always fired it with a string. The powder was high powered stuff as the city fireworks were set off in a park. If you got up at dawn you could fill up a paper grocery bag with duds. The local pharmacy would sell us anything. In junior high I made nitro glycerine using a library reference and the pharmacy. We made gun cotton, nitro, black powder, and fumanate of mercury using the sample of mercury the dentist always gave us to play with. Rockets were big and ours usually fizzled or turned into pipe bombs. There was always hunting season. Only the geeks were in class during deer season and that is still the case. What changed is that students can no longer keep their rifles and shotguns in their locker so they can skip out early to go hunting. I would hate being a kid now. When I tell young people (30s - 40s) about making all the explosives they call me a terrorist, but I was just one of the guys in the Front Street Gang. Our enemies were the Park Street Gang and we used to fight, sometimes with sling shots and BB guns for control of the Back Woods, a disputed stomping ground. In the fifth and sixth grade we bought bows and arrows and throwing knives from magazines.
"I believe it was G.K. Chesterton who once said, the follies of men's youth are in retrospect glorious compaired to the follies of their old age"
Too old and lazy to do any of that again
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