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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H.
wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 07:22:17 -0500, John H.
wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:36:35 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 19:37:03 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 5:49 PM, John H. wrote: At National Airport there is a park about 1000' from the north end of the main runway. Folks lay there and watch the planes take off and land only a few hundred feet over their heads. Do you not thing that's plenty close for a laser? How many times have lasers interfered with an aircraft from that location? Betcha not many, if at all. Too easy to locate and apprehend them in a space with high aircraft traffic. I was thinking the same thing. I doubt you could light a joint in that park without being swarmed by the US park Police. They kept a pretty close watch on that whole area, even before 9-11. There used to be 2 radio cars that didn't do anything but drive up and down that parkway watching the parks as far back as the 60s. (my reserve unit was over represented by the various police forces) DC/metro is actually the most policed area in the US with a dizzying number of different agencies with police forces. Most stay right there in the federal area. Actually, there aren't that many cops in the park during the day. The bicycle mounted cops come through, but don't stay long. But the park is closed at night, IIRC. Always had to get the boat in before sundown. I haven't been there in decades but I think it used to be open at night years ago or at least unenforced because we knew a guy with an early cam corder, when they sat on your shoulder who had a movie he made about planes and he had some night time shots from there. It was on the wrong side of the river for me. We were Haines Point people. ;-) I always used to tell people to be ready to run if you were hanging out in that park. If someone has a "departure stall", that may be where they end up. The only one I really remember was Palm 90 and they made a "non-stop flight from National Airport to the 14th street bridge". (the joke that got Howard Stern fired from WWDC) |
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On 12/16/2015 9:19 AM, wrote:
On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. I remember stick-on caps. I liked the rolls that were like a tootsie roll that you broke a section off of. You could wack the whole thing with a rock or something for a big bang. Another early memory was my fascination with garbage trucks. They were city trucks I guess that looked like big, hunchbacked turtles. I guess they were really "rubbish" trucks because they picked up all trash but were referred to as garbage trucks because the driver's helper also emptied the garbage that was stored in a container buried in the front yard. Had a lid that you stepped on with your foot to open and then lift out or install the garbage pail. Anyway, the mechanics of the garbage truck fascinated me for some reason. I waited for their arrival so I could watch the bucket on the back lift up, following the curved truck body and finally tipping over to empty into the opening in the top of the truck. All I wanted for Christmas was a "garbage truck" and when family or my family's friends asked what little Richard wanted to be when he grew up he said, "A garbage man"! That may be the reason my parents moved from the city to the suburbs in 1955. No garbage trucks or collections. |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 10:14:27 -0500, "Mr. Luddite"
wrote: On 12/16/2015 9:19 AM, wrote: On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. I remember stick-on caps. I liked the rolls that were like a tootsie roll that you broke a section off of. You could wack the whole thing with a rock or something for a big bang. Yup I think I may have hit more roll caps with a hammer than I ever popped off in a cap gun. They were pretty cheap in those days. If you want, you can make the stuff in caps. It is potassium chlorate and sulfur. Hit a little pile about a quarter of a gram and it is louder than a roll of caps. Roll it up in paper mache' ball with a little fish tank gravel and you have a "torpedo" (throw it against a hard surface for a bang) Another early memory was my fascination with garbage trucks. They were city trucks I guess that looked like big, hunchbacked turtles. I guess they were really "rubbish" trucks because they picked up all trash but were referred to as garbage trucks because the driver's helper also emptied the garbage that was stored in a container buried in the front yard. Had a lid that you stepped on with your foot to open and then lift out or install the garbage pail. Anyway, the mechanics of the garbage truck fascinated me for some reason. I waited for their arrival so I could watch the bucket on the back lift up, following the curved truck body and finally tipping over to empty into the opening in the top of the truck. All I wanted for Christmas was a "garbage truck" and when family or my family's friends asked what little Richard wanted to be when he grew up he said, "A garbage man"! That may be the reason my parents moved from the city to the suburbs in 1955. No garbage trucks or collections. I always lived somewhere that had trash collection. The only places around here that don't are on dirt roads. They won't take the truck down a dirt road. They have big dumpsters at the end of the hard road. |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 10:14:27 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/16/2015 9:19 AM, wrote: On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. I remember stick-on caps. I liked the rolls that were like a tootsie roll that you broke a section off of. You could wack the whole thing with a rock or something for a big bang. Yup I think I may have hit more roll caps with a hammer than I ever popped off in a cap gun. They were pretty cheap in those days. If you want, you can make the stuff in caps. It is potassium chlorate and sulfur. Hit a little pile about a quarter of a gram and it is louder than a roll of caps. Roll it up in paper mache' ball with a little fish tank gravel and you have a "torpedo" (throw it against a hard surface for a bang) Another early memory was my fascination with garbage trucks. They were city trucks I guess that looked like big, hunchbacked turtles. I guess they were really "rubbish" trucks because they picked up all trash but were referred to as garbage trucks because the driver's helper also emptied the garbage that was stored in a container buried in the front yard. Had a lid that you stepped on with your foot to open and then lift out or install the garbage pail. Anyway, the mechanics of the garbage truck fascinated me for some reason. I waited for their arrival so I could watch the bucket on the back lift up, following the curved truck body and finally tipping over to empty into the opening in the top of the truck. All I wanted for Christmas was a "garbage truck" and when family or my family's friends asked what little Richard wanted to be when he grew up he said, "A garbage man"! That may be the reason my parents moved from the city to the suburbs in 1955. No garbage trucks or collections. I always lived somewhere that had trash collection. The only places around here that don't are on dirt roads. They won't take the truck down a dirt road. They have big dumpsters at the end of the hard road. When I was a kid, dad owned a large machine shop. One Saturday, guy pulls in and needs some work done on a big bin thingy. Even said my dad could invest in the company making bin thingy. Should of. Was the original Dempsy Dumpster. What all those dumpsters are. |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 09:19:29 -0500, wrote:
On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. Mattel 'Fanner 50' was the in thing when I was a kid. Same time frame though. -- Ban idiots, not guns! |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 09:34:34 -0500, wrote:
On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 07:22:17 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:36:35 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 19:37:03 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 5:49 PM, John H. wrote: At National Airport there is a park about 1000' from the north end of the main runway. Folks lay there and watch the planes take off and land only a few hundred feet over their heads. Do you not thing that's plenty close for a laser? How many times have lasers interfered with an aircraft from that location? Betcha not many, if at all. Too easy to locate and apprehend them in a space with high aircraft traffic. I was thinking the same thing. I doubt you could light a joint in that park without being swarmed by the US park Police. They kept a pretty close watch on that whole area, even before 9-11. There used to be 2 radio cars that didn't do anything but drive up and down that parkway watching the parks as far back as the 60s. (my reserve unit was over represented by the various police forces) DC/metro is actually the most policed area in the US with a dizzying number of different agencies with police forces. Most stay right there in the federal area. Actually, there aren't that many cops in the park during the day. The bicycle mounted cops come through, but don't stay long. But the park is closed at night, IIRC. Always had to get the boat in before sundown. I haven't been there in decades but I think it used to be open at night years ago or at least unenforced because we knew a guy with an early cam corder, when they sat on your shoulder who had a movie he made about planes and he had some night time shots from there. It was on the wrong side of the river for me. We were Haines Point people. ;-) I always used to tell people to be ready to run if you were hanging out in that park. If someone has a "departure stall", that may be where they end up. The only one I really remember was Palm 90 and they made a "non-stop flight from National Airport to the 14th street bridge". (the joke that got Howard Stern fired from WWDC) I was working at a job in Bethesda and living in Lorton that day. Snowing like hell. We got let out of work at 1:00pm. I got home at 9:00pm. What a mess that day was. We also had a subway derail (or breakdown somehow), and a dump truck go off a bridge. But the airplane got the big news, naturally. From then on we had a 'bridge watch' anytime we went over the 14th St Bridge. -- Ban idiots, not guns! |
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On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 10:14:27 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote:
On 12/16/2015 9:19 AM, wrote: On Wed, 16 Dec 2015 06:57:23 -0500, John H. wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:50:22 -0500, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 20:15:33 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 8:02 PM, wrote: On Tue, 15 Dec 2015 18:17:36 -0500, "Mr. Luddite" wrote: On 12/15/2015 4:51 PM, True North wrote: Mr. Luddite - show quoted text - "Like I said, this was from a by-gone era when cops walked a beat twirling a nightstick and wore uniforms like you see in the famous Norman Rockwell paintings. The bicycle plate looked like this, except it said "Quincy" instead of Concord: http://platevault.com/uploads/86/ee/thumbs/6155832592bee86.jpg" WOW, that's exactly the shape of bicycle license plate we had in the old city of Halifax. Some kids attached them to the front wheel spokes and others mounted the plate to the rear fender...either above or below the rear reflector. Seems to me the vast majority of bikes had fenders then...before the 10 speeds became so popular. One of my earliest memories is learning to ride a bicycle. I was five years old. My father removed the training wheels it had and would run beside me holding the seat post while I pedaled then let go once I got going. After a few crashes I got the idea and the big "reward" was a visit to the police station to get a license plate. I still remember the station too. It was a huge, turn of the century building that also had a court house in it. Tons of cops walking around. Very impressionable experience for a five year old. I learned how to ride from the other kids. When my parents bought me my first bike, I just hopped on and rode away. I never even heard of training wheels until I was older. Your buddy sat you on the bike and gave you a push. Off you went. Then you had to learn how to start off yourself. I pushed the bike running next to it and hopped on for a while before I got the trick down. The idea of a license plate would have never crossed our minds. The DC cops certainly had more important things to do, even then. I remember hearing about the "Police Boys Club" and we walked down to the 14th precinct station thinking we would join up. They just said "we don't do that" and suggested we should join the cub scouts. Sorry you had such a disappointing childhood. :-) We lived at a time when mom said "go out and play" and we did. I didn't know I was poor and we were not disappointed about much. Ditto. We had cap pistols and played lots of 'cowboys and indians'. Did you ever have one of those Mattel six shooters with the spring loaded bullets and the stick on caps? That was my big gift sometime around 1955 or 6. I remember stick-on caps. I liked the rolls that were like a tootsie roll that you broke a section off of. You could wack the whole thing with a rock or something for a big bang. Another early memory was my fascination with garbage trucks. They were city trucks I guess that looked like big, hunchbacked turtles. I guess they were really "rubbish" trucks because they picked up all trash but were referred to as garbage trucks because the driver's helper also emptied the garbage that was stored in a container buried in the front yard. Had a lid that you stepped on with your foot to open and then lift out or install the garbage pail. Anyway, the mechanics of the garbage truck fascinated me for some reason. I waited for their arrival so I could watch the bucket on the back lift up, following the curved truck body and finally tipping over to empty into the opening in the top of the truck. All I wanted for Christmas was a "garbage truck" and when family or my family's friends asked what little Richard wanted to be when he grew up he said, "A garbage man"! That may be the reason my parents moved from the city to the suburbs in 1955. No garbage trucks or collections. The Fanner 50 used the rolls, which just happened to have 50 caps thereon. -- Ban idiots, not guns! |
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