Sarasota High school

Remember...

� When the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the
bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum.

� And the prom was in the old gym and we danced to the "Admirals",
and all the girls wore pastel gowns and the boys wore suits for the first
time.

� When a '57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise Smack's, peel out, lay
rubber or watch submarine races at Turtle or South Lido, and people went steady and girls wore a class ring wrapped with an inch of dental floss or yarn coated with pastel frost nail polish so it would fit her finger.

� And no one ever asked where the car keys were 'cause they were
always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked. And you
got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home, since no
one ever had a key.

� Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and
saying things like "That cloud looks like a..."

� And playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of
the game. Back then, baseball was not a psychological group learning
experience it was a game!

� Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and
hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger.

� When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate
that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for
our lives, but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.
Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we all knew it
was because their love was greater than the threat.

� And...with all our progress...don't you just wish...just once... you
could slip back in time and savor the slower pace...and share it with the
children of the 80's and 90's.

So share this with someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, the Hardy
Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk... as well as the sound of a reel mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike rides, playing in cowboy land, baseball games, bowling and visits to the pool...and eating KoolAid powder with sugar.

I heard a man say this week, "What we need to do is hire my mother to do
some drive-by spankings." I agree.

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
And was it really that long ago?