:Vickie sent..take me back to the sixtiesPosted: February 5, 2008
With a hot cup of java, I clicked on the link Vickie sent this morning. Could I remember those things? You bet! And plenty more.
I remember when Cassius Clay changed his name to Muhammad Ali. For some reason, that really pissed my dad off. As photos of cars of the sixties were popping up in the video, I wondered where was Orville Falcoon. Oh! There he is..or at least an older, less classy cousin. Orville Falcoon wasn’t just a Ford Falcon, he was a 1964 Futura. His chrome trim shined against his white body. Inside Orville was red. He was a good car. Dad paid $200 for Orville..after all he was a used car. Orville took me to dog shows. He took me to Vet Tech school. He moved me to Colorado. I wish Orville Falcoon was still here.
I’ve become a bit of a music history buff, mainly because it’s been tossed at me, not that I’ve actively sought it. Can’t hardly get around it when blues is your favorite genre. The video presents the British Invasion before Surfing music, which is backwards. The British Invasion put the kabosh on surfing music.
The sixties, while nostalgic for those of us growing up in that era, was arguably the most turbulent decade…certainly of my time. There was a brief clip of protests, so brief I can’t remember if it was a war protest or a protest about (lack of) civil rights. From a list of ‘remembers’: Remember when everyone wanted to be an American, not a hyphenated-American? I found that ironic, since the civil rights movement was a sixties happening.
At any rate (and gas was a LOT CHEAPER!) enjoy: