[GA Russell]

I remember when the Army-Navy game was a really big deal.

Gas was a quarter when I bought my first car.

I remember when the bus and street car were a dime.

I remember the first woman I knew (a friend of my sister in college) who got her ears pierced.

I remember when women who died their hair blonde were considered loose.

I remember when the Mass was in Latin.

I remember when the NBA didn't have a television contract.

I remember when only the Hall of Famers made $100,000 a year.

I remember the first time they brought a rear-engine racer to the Indianapolis 500.

I remember Bill Veeck's exploding scoreboard.

I remember buying my first record, Meet the Beatles, I think three days after Sarah Palin was born (It was the Saturday following their first appearance on Ed Sullivan).

I remember when the girls weren't allowed in the boys' dormitories in college, except for a couple of hours on Saturdays.

I remember when Bonnie and Clyde was a flop, and that it was brought back a couple of months later for another try (which obviously worked).

I remember the original Hardy Boys stories, before they were re-written and sanitized.

I remember when comics cost a dime, and then when the price was raised to 12 cents.

I remember when a pack of chewing gum was a nickel.

I remember seeing Lee Harvey Oswald on the local New Orleans news for standing on a downtown street corner and distributing "Fair Play for Cuba" pamphlets.

I remember listening to the 1964 Indianapolis 500 when they made the announcement that Eddie Sachs and Jim McDonald had died.

I remember seeing Emile Griffiths kill Benny Kid Paret on the Saturday Night Fights.

I remember watching the 1962 Grey Cup on Wide World of Sports when it became so foggy that the announcer (was his name Jim McNeil? - the one who announced the death of the Israeli athletes at the '72 Olympics) couldn't see anything. The game was eventually stopped, and continued the next day.

I remember seeing the ball hit Tony Kubek in the throat in the 1960 World Series.

Speaking of the TV needing five minutes to warm up, I remember turning the set on to see the end of the Miami-Boston College game, and when the picture finally came on, the ball was at the peak of its arc and descended into Gerald Phelan's hands!