Many of you still have youg uns hanging but some of you have raised teenagers and now are watching your children raise teenagers. I feel for these kids. We were SOOO Bad and got away with So much and now these poor kids are constantly scrutinized, they can’t fart without everybody knowing about it. Cell phones right to the cops, to parents, cameras everywhere. Holy Crap! Can’t have a little party cause 300 show up, cops come out. Detachments all over. We had a dumb old municipal cop that covered 5 RM’s just like “Dukes of Hazard†and we spent all our weekends driving him bananas. We knew his territory and would just get outside the RM and he couldn’t chase us anymore. Local dances every weekend, getting cars stuck so the doors couldn’t open, almost free purple gas, motorcycles, sportsdays, ball tournaments, Curling bonspiels, broomball, guys driving cars down railroad tracks. There were drugs and liquor raps - a few guys got “involved†but most of us had no money, we just knew when the sun was coming up, we better be in that bed when dad woke up. Sometimes the half ton rad was still steamin, then there was Trouble. Never mind you just home- get up and get on that summerfallow. Those were the days, my friend. We still remember and laugh about how we made it. Nothing was major! Come to think of it - where were our parents when all this was going on- they were in sweet oblivion watching Tommy Hunter, none the wiser, no cel phones, no videos, no problemo.
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funniest liquor rap we ever got happened when we saw some females of interest walking the streets (remember when they used to do that?) anyways we followed them into the cop shop yard and stopped to talk to them there , of course having a beer also. the old sergeant looked out the window , started laughing and knocked on the window and invited us in. he laughed that was the first liquor rap he ever gave while sitting at his deskComment
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