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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Snaggletiger on October 13, 2020, 11:25:03 AM
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and I am. Does anyone remember these? Mom collected the Green Stamps from the grocery store and we'd paste em' in the Green Stamp book. When we had enough to get some cool schitt, we headed to the S&H Green Stamp Store. Like Christmas morning.
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I remember going to my grandparents house in Hamilton, AL, every summer, and my grandmother had them.
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I remember going with my mom to that store almost weekly as a kid. I think that may be how my brain was damaged too, from licking those damn stamps.
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I remember going with my mom to that store almost weekly as a kid. I think that may be how my brain was damaged too, from licking those damn stamps.
AND STAY OUT OF WOOLWORTH!
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AND STAY OUT OF WOOLWORTH!
Was it just the one, or all the Woolworths?
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Was it just the one, or all the Woolworths?
we gonna sweep this state clean
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I remember going with my mom to that store almost weekly as a kid. I think that may be how my brain was damaged too, from licking those damn stamps.
Once you filled those stamp books up, they were all wavy from the 3 gallons of spit needed to put all those stamps in.
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Once you filled those stamp books up, they were all wavy from the 3 gallons of spit needed to put all those stamps in.
Yup, and you were dizzy for a few days after.
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Yup, and you were dizzy for a few days after.
Insert roflmao emoticon.
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Is it weird that I clearly remember how that book smelled?
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Other things I was reminded of today in regard to being old.
1) I remember what this ball sounded like on the playground when it slammed into somebody's ribcage during dodgeball.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/8c/cf/c98ccf02e04ad8182cf077840fd8239e.jpg)
2) I remember what a box of crayons and a jar of Play-Doh smelled like.
3) The ka-chunk sound when the 8-track went from one section to another. And worst of all when it broke a song in the middle while doing it. Worst offender I can remember? AC/DC Back in Black. The title song on the 8-track started in program 3 and continued to program 4. So you're rocking your ass off, the song fades out, KAA-CHUNK, then it fades back in.
4) The sound the Evel Kneivel stunt motorcycle made when you revved it up on its red launch pad
5) The way the gyro SSP cars felt in your hand when you moved them around after pulling the rip cord (see below)
6) Swinging so high on the metal swing set that the legs came out of the ground
7) Riding the carousel in the playground while somebody pushed it in circles until they fell. The hot metal spinner of death.
8) Waiting all year to watch Charlie Brown Halloween, Grinch, Rudolph and Charlie Brown Christmas
9) Spirograph and Lite Brite (which doubled as the control panel/communications board when you played Star Trek)
10) Leaving the house in the morning, running in just long enough for lunch (baloney sandwich and Kool-Aid) and then hauling ass back out the door. You had to be back inside for the night when the streetlights came on. Otherwise? Who gave a fuck where you were? Man, kids need that freedom today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5X7hdyTPeIY
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Agree on so many of those, K. The freedom when you were a kid is one of the big things I look back on and either smile or shake my head. The biggest thing was that other than Saturday morning cartoons or Looney Tunes right after school, there was no other reason any kid wanted to be inside the house. Luckily, my neighborhood had 5-6 kids on my same block and we hung out doing everything from climbing trees, to playing killer whiffle ball games, to sneaking over the neighbor's fence and swimming in their pool. But it was the Schwinn that carried me to the ends of the earth. We'd be miles from home on our bikes and not a care in the world.
Another biggie as a kid was the toy section in the Sears Christmas catalog. Every page was pure magic. Except the doll section.
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Agree on so many of those, K. The freedom when you were a kid is one of the big things I look back on and either smile or shake my head. The biggest thing was that other than Saturday morning cartoons or Looney Tunes right after school, there was no other reason any kid wanted to be inside the house. Luckily, my neighborhood had 5-6 kids on my same block and we hung out doing everything from climbing trees, to playing killer whiffle ball games, to sneaking over the neighbor's fence and swimming in their pool. But it was the Schwinn that carried me to the ends of the earth. We'd be miles from home on our bikes and not a care in the world.
Another biggie as a kid was the toy section in the Sears Christmas catalog. Every page was pure magic. Except the doll section.
The bra section was pretty magical too
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The bra section was pretty magical too
Well that goes without saying, doesn't it?
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Other things I was reminded of today in regard to being old.
1) I remember what this ball sounded like on the playground when it slammed into somebody's ribcage during dodgeball.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/8c/cf/c98ccf02e04ad8182cf077840fd8239e.jpg)
2) I remember what a box of crayons and a jar of Play-Doh smelled like.
3) The ka-chunk sound when the 8-track went from one section to another. And worst of all when it broke a song in the middle while doing it. Worst offender I can remember? AC/DC Back in Black. The title song on the 8-track started in program 3 and continued to program 4. So you're rocking your ass off, the song fades out, KAA-CHUNK, then it fades back in.
4) The sound the Evel Kneivel stunt motorcycle made when you revved it up on its red launch pad
5) The way the gyro SSP cars felt in your hand when you moved them around after pulling the rip cord (see below)
6) Swinging so high on the metal swing set that the legs came out of the ground
7) Riding the carousel in the playground while somebody pushed it in circles until they fell. The hot metal spinner of death.
8) Waiting all year to watch Charlie Brown Halloween, Grinch, Rudolph and Charlie Brown Christmas
9) Spirograph and Lite Brite (which doubled as the control panel/communications board when you played Star Trek)
10) Leaving the house in the morning, running in just long enough for lunch (baloney sandwich and Kool-Aid) and then hauling ass back out the door. You had to be back inside for the night when the streetlights came on. Otherwise? Who gave a fuck where you were? Man, kids need that freedom today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5X7hdyTPeIY
Ram Jet was king. Disagree and Ill fight you.
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Ram Jet was king. Disagree and Ill fight you.
Speaking of....we fought too. There wasn't anybody in my neighborhood that I didn't fight at least once. Some of my friends were my age and some were a couple of years older. But if you got into a pissing match, you usually wound up in a tussle. Most of it wrestling around and wallowing on the ground. But you were friends the next day and went on like nothing ever happened. It was just part of growing up.
Snags, why is your shirt torn and your face all scuffed up?
Me and Greg got in a fight.
Well, you stay away from that damn Greg for a while.
Mooooommmm....!
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Speaking of....we fought too. There wasn't anybody in my neighborhood that I didn't fight at least once. Some of my friends were my age and some were a couple of years older. But if you got into a pissing match, you usually wound up in a tussle. Most of it wrestling around and wallowing on the ground. But you were friends the next day and went on like nothing ever happened. It was just part of growing up.
Snags, why is your shirt torn and your face all scuffed up?
Me and Greg got in a fight.
Well, you stay away from that damn Greg for a while.
Mooooommmm....!
you're just lucky I haven't tried to whip your ass at a tailgate....thankfully for you, there was cold beer there and I don't believe in abusing alcohol in such a manner. Plus I heard you fight real gaylike, like grabbing balls and stuff. Get your own pal!
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It's ten o'clock. Do you know where your children are?
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Got DAMN.
I forget how old you fuckers are sometimes.
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Got DAMN.
I forget how old you fuckers are sometimes.
you get older too Wes, but college girls always stay the same age. Ammarite?
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Got DAMN.
I forget how old you fudgeers are sometimes.
Kids today.
I was going to come kick your ass for that remark. Printed the directions from Mapquest and everything...but then I decided to take a nap on the Davenport instead.
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We have street smarts.
As for streets, at the end of our block was a big city drainage ditch. Great for exploring and finding snakes and other assorted creatures. When it rained hard, it became a nice set of rapids. We'd get the big ole black tire innertubes and jump right in. Wind up a mile down stream. But the huge pipes that fed into the ditch were a maze of tunnels under the streets. Occasionally, the neighbors would see several kids climb out of the manhole cover and go about their business.
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We have street smarts.
As for streets, at the end of our block was a big city drainage ditch. Great for exploring and finding snakes and other assorted creatures. When it rained hard, it became a nice set of rapids. We'd get the big ole black tire innertubes and jump right in. Wind up a mile down stream. But the huge pipes that fed into the ditch were a maze of tunnels under the streets. Occasionally, the neighbors would see several kids climb out of the manhole cover and go about their business.
Oh please. Last time a garter snake got in your bathroom during one of your nightly soaks in the tub, you were calling me frantic asking how you could escape without it “biting†you. Run tell that.
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Damn it, that thing had beady eyes. And the way it slithered, I could have sworn Axl Rose was in the tub with me.
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Damn it, that thing had beady eyes. And the way it slithered, I could have sworn Axl Rose was in the tub with me.
Sure that was the snake?
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Sure that was the snake?
Someone else's
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Someone else's
Preferably for him, big and black.
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Preferably for him, big and black.
You know me too well.
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Other things I was reminded of today in regard to being old.
1) I remember what this ball sounded like on the playground when it slammed into somebody's ribcage during dodgeball.
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/8c/cf/c98ccf02e04ad8182cf077840fd8239e.jpg)
2) I remember what a box of crayons and a jar of Play-Doh smelled like.
3) The ka-chunk sound when the 8-track went from one section to another. And worst of all when it broke a song in the middle while doing it. Worst offender I can remember? AC/DC Back in Black. The title song on the 8-track started in program 3 and continued to program 4. So you're rocking your ass off, the song fades out, KAA-CHUNK, then it fades back in.
4) The sound the Evel Kneivel stunt motorcycle made when you revved it up on its red launch pad
5) The way the gyro SSP cars felt in your hand when you moved them around after pulling the rip cord (see below)
6) Swinging so high on the metal swing set that the legs came out of the ground
7) Riding the carousel in the playground while somebody pushed it in circles until they fell. The hot metal spinner of death.
8) Waiting all year to watch Charlie Brown Halloween, Grinch, Rudolph and Charlie Brown Christmas
9) Spirograph and Lite Brite (which doubled as the control panel/communications board when you played Star Trek)
10) Leaving the house in the morning, running in just long enough for lunch (baloney sandwich and Kool-Aid) and then hauling ass back out the door. You had to be back inside for the night when the streetlights came on. Otherwise? Who gave a fuck where you were? Man, kids need that freedom today.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5X7hdyTPeIY
All of those. The Sears catalogue and the big one was the service merchandise catalogue with all the toys. Looney tunes and then you flip the channel to watch mid south rasslin and then WWF. After that, you didn't come back to the house until it was dark.
Sardines with crackers, potted meat, tuna, Baloney, SPAM or PB&J was what was on our menu. It was cheap. To this day I still love a SPAMburger.
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We have street smarts.
As for streets, at the end of our block was a big city drainage ditch. Great for exploring and finding snakes and other assorted creatures. When it rained hard, it became a nice set of rapids. We'd get the big ole black tire innertubes and jump right in. Wind up a mile down stream. But the huge pipes that fed into the ditch were a maze of tunnels under the streets. Occasionally, the neighbors would see several kids climb out of the manhole cover and go about their business.
You must have lived in the same neighborhood as my grandmother. I walked to school and back from there almost every day. We could walk up the road and cross Tenth Street where the crossing guard was or we could walk down a side road, through a little field and then go under Tenth Street in these giant round viaduct things. First grade and I barely even had to crouch to get through them. I never really thought about the vermin or the likelihood of rancid piss in the trickle of water that was in there. That's jus the way we went. But when it rained? All the runoff from the hills and mountains that surrounded it would power through those ditches. Kids occasionally got swept away in that.
I'm probably the only person on this board who made paper boats (like in IT) and set them sailing in the gutters. Did that outside my grandmother's house too. My brother and I would make the boats and then bet on whose would get the furthest down the block where the storm grate was. If they didn't disappear down that and made it around the corner, that was a major victory. We'd be out there like idiots in the pouring rain chasing those things up and down the streets. But it wasn't just us. It was us, Pete, Cindy, Herb, Jeff, Tim and all the other kids that lived around my grandmother.
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Pete, Cindy, Herb, Jeff, and Tim are still watching Auburn football!
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Pete, Cindy, Herb, Jeff, and Tim are still watching Auburn football!
Pete's dead. Cindy and Jeff are (or were) Alabama fans. Herb is dead. Tim's parents were stationed at Ft. McClellan and if I remember right he was the only Nebraska fan I'd ever met to that point.
I guarantee you none of them are watching Auburn football.
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All of those. The Sears catalogue and the big one was the service merchandise catalogue with all the toys. Looney tunes and then you flip the channel to watch mid south rasslin and then WWF. After that, you didn't come back to the house until it was dark.
Sardines with crackers, potted meat, tuna, Baloney, SPAM or PB&J was what was on our menu. It was cheap. To this day I still love a SPAMburger.
Sardines with crackers....check
Potted Meat...check
Spam....check
PB&J.....check, check, check, chicky-checkity chick.
The two things I remember my mom cooking most was tuna and rice (Simple, cheap & quick) and salmon patties fried up in that old cast iron skillet. Those things would stink up the house for 2 nights.
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Sardines with crackers....check
Potted Meat...check
Spam....check
PB&J.....check, check, check, chicky-checkity chick.
The two things I remember my mom cooking most was tuna and rice (Simple, cheap & quick) and salmon patties fried up in that old cast iron skillet. Those things would stink up the house for 2 nights.
Potted meat on cracker - check
fried boloney sandwich- mayo and tomato (for KAOS) - checkity fuckin check all day
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Potted meat on cracker - check
fried boloney sandwich- mayo and tomato (for KAOS) - checkity fuckin check all day
I discovered fried bologna late in life. (Senior in high school) Of course you had to cut out that little Pac Man slice to keep it from puffing up in the middle. My thing was skrate up yellow mustard on white bread. Three bites and you're right back at the frying pan with a pack of Oscar Mayer.
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Sardines with crackers....check
Potted Meat...check
Spam....check
PB&J.....check, check, check, chicky-checkity chick.
The two things I remember my mom cooking most was tuna and rice (Simple, cheap & quick) and salmon patties fried up in that old cast iron skillet. Those things would stink up the house for 2 nights.
Dinner menu in my house was pretty much the same week to week.
Sunday - Pot roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. (Could also be pork roast, roast chicken)
Monday - Hash from the leftover sunday meal
Tuesday - Meat sandwiches (or baloney or PBJ if the Sunday leftovers ran short)
Wednesday - Tuna casserole - tuna, some kind of cream sauce, maybe peas, buttered toast on the top
Thursday - Hamburger and beans or hotdogs and beans - I made this for my kids a few weeks ago and they turned their nose up at it.
Friday - Kentucky Fried Chicken sometimes. The rest of the time veal cutlets and mashed potatoes or salmon croquettes. I wish I had a veal cutlet right now.
Saturday - Whatever grandaddy grilled - usually burgers but sometimes steaks.
That's about it. Sometimes we'd have a lemon meringue pie or a pound cake. I don't remember candy, pies, cakes or dessert ever being much of a thing. We never even had cookies laying around unless they were homemade oatmeal.
Breakfast was always oatmeal or cereal (Quisp, Capn' Crunch, Rice Krispies, Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, Corn Pops, Raisin Bran or Sugar Smacks - and there was only one box in the house until it was gone so when the box was Raisin Bran, I sulked like a bitch because I hated the FUCK out of raisin bran) and with toast or on special occasions a pop tart.
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I discovered fried bologna late in life. (Senior in high school) Of course you had to cut out that little Pac Man slice to keep it from puffing up in the middle. My thing was skrate up yellow mustard on white bread. Three bites and you're right back at the frying pan with a pack of Oscar Mayer.
Well. You rich white JD people prolly had leftover steak fried up instead!
The trick with fried bologna is to get both sides brown instead of just the edge of one side.
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Dinner menu in my house was pretty much the same week to week.
Sunday - Pot roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. (Could also be pork roast, roast chicken)
Monday - Hash from the leftover sunday meal
Tuesday - Meat sandwiches (or baloney or PBJ if the Sunday leftovers ran short)
Wednesday - Tuna casserole - tuna, some kind of cream sauce, maybe peas, buttered toast on the top
Thursday - Hamburger and beans or hotdogs and beans - I made this for my kids a few weeks ago and they turned their nose up at it.
Friday - Kentucky Fried Chicken sometimes. The rest of the time veal cutlets and mashed potatoes or salmon croquettes. I wish I had a veal cutlet right now.
Saturday - Whatever grandaddy grilled - usually burgers but sometimes steaks.
That's about it. Sometimes we'd have a lemon meringue pie or a pound cake. I don't remember candy, pies, cakes or dessert ever being much of a thing. We never even had cookies laying around unless they were homemade oatmeal.
Breakfast was always oatmeal or cereal (Quisp, Capn' Crunch, Rice Krispies, Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, Corn Pops, Raisin Bran or Sugar Smacks - and there was only one box in the house until it was gone so when the box was Raisin Bran, I sulked like a bitch because I hated the FUCK out of raisin bran) and with toast or on special occasions a pop tart.
I was one of three children. And cereal was the mainstay of our breakfast options as well. Frosted Flakes, Cocoa Krispies, Capn' Crunch etc. And yes, we went through a Quisp and Quake phase as well. The key to cereal eating as a kid was to be the first to open a fresh box. That meant you got to dig your grubby little paws all through the contents to get whatever exciting prize that lay within.
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Well. You rich white JD people prolly had leftover steak fried up instead!
The trick with fried bologna is to get both sides brown instead of just the edge of one side.
Bologna snob.
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Well. You rich white JD people prolly had leftover steak fried up instead!
The trick with fried bologna is to get both sides brown instead of just the edge of one side.
well that's a first for me.....hearing rich and JD in the same statement. No offense Snags.
Snags makes a good point though with the pac man shapes.....very important. And a good juicy TOMATO.
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Pot roast, mashed potatoes and carrots, pork roast, roast chicken, Hash, Meat sandwiches (or baloney or PBJ), Tuna casserole - tuna, some kind of cream sauce, maybe peas, buttered toast on the top, Hamburger and beans or hotdogs and beans, Kentucky Fried Chicken, usually burgers but sometimes steaks, lemon meringue pie or a pound cake, oatmeal, Quisp, Capn' Crunch, Rice Krispies, Froot Loops, Apple Jacks, Corn Pops, Raisin Bran,Sugar Smacks,
pop tart.
What days did you drink Mylanta? You probably still have diarrhea
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Okay, since we're headed down memory lane, this was the noble steed that carried us on vacation and all around the greater Metro Montgomery area. I give you, the 1968 Impala Station Wagon. Exact same color, style, the works.
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Typical vacation scenario. Montgomery to Panama City Beach for a few days at the luxurious Fontainebleau resort. Before Chevy was ever loading up the luggage in Vacation, Dad had everything strapped down to the luggage rack up top. They had a mattress that fit perfectly throughout the whole back, so all the seats were laid down and we three kids 10, 8 and 4, roamed around freely. Dad and Mom were up front, furiously puffing on Salem Menthols and mixing Canadian Club and Ginger Ales. They had their own travel kit. Probably needed several on the way down to deal with:
He's putting his feet on me.
Stay on your side, this is my side.
I gotta' pee. Me too. Yeah, I do too.
She won't give me my comic back. GIVE IT!!!
My job was always to hold the beat up old Rand McNally map and announce each town we got to and what town was coming up next. Good times!
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You think you hate it now...but wait'll you drive it!
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What days did you drink Mylanta? You probably still have diarrhea
From about age 25 to age 31. Daily.
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You think you hate it now...but wait'll you drive it!
Do you know what the penalty for animal cruelty is in this state?
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I discovered fried bologna late in life. (Senior in high school) Of course you had to cut out that little Pac Man slice to keep it from puffing up in the middle. My thing was skrate up yellow mustard on white bread. Three bites and you're right back at the frying pan with a pack of Oscar Mayer.
I've been clicking on the Like button for 30 minutes now. White bread, yellow mustard and pink baloney. Perfection.
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Do you know what the penalty for animal cruelty is in this state?
I'm sure it's pretty rough
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I'm sure it's pretty rough
poor pooch...probably kept up with you for a mile or so.