As an AFROTC cadet in summer of 1981 I spent two weeks at Chanute Air Force Base with the base main frame, which was essentially the supply computer. Not only punchcards, but tape drives! I got tasked to write up a procedure for cleaning the tape drives. Something else Youngsters will never do.
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We don't do that no more
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As an AFROTC cadet in summer of 1981 I spent two weeks at Chanute Air Force Base with the base main frame, which was essentially the supply computer. Not only punchcards, but tape drives! I got tasked to write up a procedure for cleaning the tape drives. Something else Youngsters will never do.
Annoying little F***s have gone back to that. Just on their damn phones. No, I REALLY dont want to listen to your gangsta rap as you walk by my house.
I also dont want to listen in on your facetime conversation as you stand in line at the gas station to buy smokes while wearing your PJs.
GET OFF MY LAWN!
I remember that well as I was adjusting my antenna last weekend.
Wearing old socks on your hands cause you were so poor you couldn't afford gloves or mittens.
Sledding down a hill on a waxed cardboard Maytag box in the winter.
Walking the alleys looking for soda or Home juice bottles to get the deposit.
Butchering chickens in-town to freeze for real noodles made by hand drying on old newspaper or dumplings made from scratch.
Making pickles, kimchee and sauerkraut in old crocks to be put in the root cellar.
Sledding down a hill on a waxed cardboard Maytag box in the winter.
Walking the alleys looking for soda or Home juice bottles to get the deposit.
Butchering chickens in-town to freeze for real noodles made by hand drying on old newspaper or dumplings made from scratch.
Making pickles, kimchee and sauerkraut in old crocks to be put in the root cellar.
You just reminded me of "Never give a knife, it will cut your friendship".
Foley Food Mill. Still got one.
Now I'm sad. It's a sad world in which a kid can't have a Buck 110 on his belt all the time, including school. When I was in school, the only kids who had their knives confiscated at school were the kids who did stupid things with them.
Leave the TV on and wake up at 0100 to a test pattern!
This was of course after the TV station playing the national anthem!
Two TV channels from Evansville and two from Louisville maybe on a good night we could pull in a Nashville channel!
This was of course after the TV station playing the national anthem!
Two TV channels from Evansville and two from Louisville maybe on a good night we could pull in a Nashville channel!
Keg parties in barns out in the country, away from the popo.
Hairy buffalo parties.
Beer can chains.
Camping by the river all weekend.
Weekend dances.
'Dry' 4H dances.
Backroading.
Good beer, returnable long necks.
Seems to be a theme here.
Hairy buffalo parties.
Beer can chains.
Camping by the river all weekend.
Weekend dances.
'Dry' 4H dances.
Backroading.
Good beer, returnable long necks.
Seems to be a theme here.
When I was a kid the township told us we would have to replace a section of cracked and buckled sidewalk in front of the house. I think it was five panels. My old man is a cheap bastard and never dreamed of paying someone to do it, not when he had me as free labor. He handed me a sledgehammer and told me to get to work breaking it up.
I think I spent a good 6+ hours everyday for at least a month of that summer swinging that sledge trying to get that concrete broken up. The rebar in it certainly didn't make it an easy process. Just when I think I'm almost done, he tells me I have to break up the concrete chunks into gravel sized pieces so we could reuse it to lay the bed before pouring the new concrete. So I spent the next week just smashing it into progressively smaller pieces until I could separate out the rebar.and it was small.enough to spread evenly.
I hated that summer, but a few years ago I thanked my old man for making me do it. I learned that I didn't want to spend my life swinging a sledgehammer, so I'd better learn something in school.
OH, MY. GOSH. Using old incomplete microfiche files to build medium and large power transformer frames at Westinghouse in Muncie.
When I went active duty (645X0, Inventory Management Specialist) my first base had just converted from the UNIVAC 1050 to the 1160. The giant room of vacuum tubes had been replaced, little else changed. That system eventually got a Windows GUI, but was the same system for ages. None of the new-fangled proposed replacements could do everything the old one did.
The microfiche the Air Force had for identifying aircraft parts was actually better than the CD-ROM product that replaced it. There were three-dimensional drawings in the fiche.
When family would visit from out of town, upon leaving they and my parents would figure out a code to use to let us know that they got home safe. It typically would be a collect call for ‘Charlie’. It was a cheap way of letting us know that they made it safe in the days of expensive long distance phone calls.
