Sharing Thoughts of An Old Timer Battling Father Time

[skyguy79]

Thoughts of An Old Timer Battling Father Time


As for being over the hill, I can never recall reaching the top of the hill.



In the 4 seasons of life…Spring, Summer and Fall are long gone; I’m deep into old man Winter!



The only thing I can do 3 times a day is take pills.



I would lose the race if competing against the tortoise.



My hair has gone the way of the dinosaur.



I can recall the 3¢ stamp, 5¢ Coke and 25¢ gallon of gas.



Am I the only one still using a rotary telephone?



I keep rocking myself to sleep trying to get out of bed in the morning.



I have 44 years of experience at being 39!



I have more Senior moments than the Absent Minded Professor.

~ Ezio Mario Tozzi (11/8/1929 - 5/22/2013)



I chose this particular discussion group to make this post because it has both title elements for me personally. This is because the author, my uncle (my late mother's brother) who I felt very close to, passed away the day before yesterday at the age of 83. He had quite a sense of humor. My mother thought my humor was similar to his, which was evident in that she frequently called his name when she was addressing me.

The thoughts my uncle has listed here were published fairly recently in an Army related retiree's group which my uncle was Chaplain. The group was called the ASA Chitose Association and is a social group consisting of veterans that were at one time or another stationed in Japan and wanted to keep in touch following their service.

Those interested in reading more on Chitose may do so at ASA Chitose Association History Page (http://www.asachitose.com/page8.htm)

[l2ridehd]

All great thoughts. I am a spry young 67 and I still remember the 3¢ stamp, the 5¢ coke, and driving across the border from NH to ME to buy gas for 20¢ a gallon vs 25¢ in NH. Five gallons for a $1.

The gas station I worked in at 12 years old had one of those coke machines with the rotary handle you pressed down to get the coke in a glass bottle for 5¢. 7 oz I think. Used to use the coke on the rust on the split ring to change truck tires. I remember how horrible it was when gas finally reached 33.3¢ a gallon. 3 gallons for a $1. What was happening to the world?

And when stamps went to 4¢ that was a 33% increase. I refused to use the mail anymore.

[KayakerNC]

The gas station I worked in at 12 years old had one of those coke machines with the rotary handle you pressed down to get the coke in a glass bottle for 5¢. 7 oz I think.

My memory says the glass bottle of Coke was 6 oz. Hence the Pepsi commercial.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRceIelAB3s

[jblum315]

My memory says the glass bottle of Coke was 6 oz. Hence the Pepsi commercial.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRceIelAB3s

I wish they still made 6-oz Cokes. 8 oz is more than I want

[Uptown Girl]

I chose this particular discussion group to make this post because it has both title elements for me personally. This is because the author, my uncle (my late mother's brother) who I felt very close to, passed away the day before yesterday at the age of 83. He had quite a sense of humor. My mother thought my humor was similar to his, which was evident in that she frequently called his name when she was addressing me.

The thoughts my uncle has listed here were published fairly recently in an Army related retiree's group which my uncle was Chaplain. The group was called the ASA Chitose Association and is a social group consisting of veterans that were at one time or another stationed in Japan and wanted to keep in touch following their service.

Those interested in reading more on Chitose may do so at ASA Chitose Association History Page (http://www.asachitose.com/page8.htm)

How fortunate that you had him in your experience. What a gift he was to you and you must have been a delight to him I am sure. You come from good stock, my friend.
May your beloved Uncle be at rest and peace in his job well done.