Down here in South Texas I remember my mom buying her first new car, a 67 Bonneville and giving me $3 and telling me to tell the gas attendant we were going to fill up. Paper shotgun shells. My dad driving with an open can of beer and police waiving to him. My dad putting down a dog because the officer didn’t have the heart to do it. Being able to hunt of off county roads for doves along citrus orchards. Winn’s .05 and .10 store. Rootbeer served in a megaphone shaped container at A&W.
