That's me, about 1948 or 49.

A wife beater, smoking jacket, and a heater.

That's class, my man.

Don't over look the bad a$s wheels in the background.

Before my time. I wasn't born until 1950.

There was a family a few doors down that had a baby stroller with little decorative airplane wings on it. My friend, Billy, and I asked the lady who owned it if it would really fly. She assured us that if we got it going fast enough, it would. Billy and I about wore ourselves out trying to get enough airspeed on that thing. Never did make it. She must have had quite a laugh out of that.... I sure do, whenever I think of it.

You would have needed a new pair of sneakers to get that much juice.

Everyone knew with new sneakers, you could run faster and jump farther.

I'd like to have that tricycle sitting in my garage right now. $$$$

Getaway ride after knocking off the neighborhood lemonade stands at cap-gunpoint.

A trike by.

Only if they were Keds!

P.F Flyers

Good stuff. Man I love those old pictures!

So on the topic of trigger finger discipline....there was this one time at Band Camp.....no, no, it was actually at the shooting range in Fairbanks Alaska off of South Cushman...you know, the difference between a fairy tale and a war story? Fairly tale starts off with, "Once upon a time," and a war story starts off with, "This is no sh*t."

So here's my Trigger Finger War Story.

So there was this Army grunt with his buddy at the bench next to us (friend and I). I also had one of my boys. Well, anyway, he has this derringer that he is shooting. Well, about the time he's ready to shoot, a yellow-jacket comes along and he gets all wound up and starts swatting at it, dancing around in circle like a crazy man - with the derringer in his hand.

I yell, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?
"Nothing..."
Is that gun loaded?
"Um. no...."
That's when his ultra-bright buddy says, "yes it is!" and I see that it's cocked as well.

Packed our stuff up right then, got my kid in the car and went back to Mr. GI Joe and explained a few things to him.

Sorry - probably belonged in Grew W's range thread, but being the ADD person I am, I thought I would share a trigger finger story!

My folks used to tell me that if I put salt on a bird's tail I could catch them. Many an evening after supper I chased the neighborhood sparrows all over the yard with the salt shaker. Must have provided my Mom & Dad with quite a bit of entertainment, I got lots of exercise in the fresh air.

My folks used to tell me that if I put salt on a bird's tail I could catch them. Many an evening after supper I chased the neighborhood sparrows all over the yard with the salt shaker. Must have provided my Mom & Dad with quite a bit of entertainment, I got lots of exercise in the fresh air.

I was told the same thing . One day when I was about five I got about 3 or 4 feet from a blue jay (we called 'em "Police Birds" when I was little) by keeping a big pine tree trunk between him and me. When I was just about ready to pounce my little brother who was probably about three came running up from behind and scared it off. Oh man, I was as pi$$ed off as a five year old is allowed to get!

You rollin' yer boogers in yer left fingers??

Nooooo.....That's the gesture that goes with, "I know you didn't mean no disrespect, so I'm gonna to give youse a chance to make this right."

We lived in the edge of Big Springs Texas.'57 and second grade. Had tomatoes growing outside and under my bedroom window. I noticed jackrabbit turds in the garden right by the house and under my window. Bastids were 8 ft away as I slept. Simple. Open screen after betime and crawl out and sit in tomato plants by house. 2 hours without moving passes kinda slow when mosquitoes are sucking blood from your back.

Rabbits won. Rabbit catcher 0.

Catching rabbits isnt what its cracked up to be after all.