We don't do that no more

[Knight Rider]

NFL when every hard hit was legal and cheered.
Trading ethnic and racial barbs amongst friends of all races and everyone enjoying it.
Comedy.
Not knowing other people’s politics and not caring.
Steering the car while sitting on dad’s lap after lighting his smoke for him.
Watching cable TV with no ads.
Watching any TV without ads for lawyers and drugs.
Getting sent outside for a stick

 

[marvin02]

Whittling. My grandfather used to whittle and it was fascinating watching him turn a piece of wood into something.

 

[Super Bee]

Trading ethnic and racial barbs amongst friends of all races and everyone enjoying it.

This right here.

I was just talking about this with a business associate. Back in high school I would walk up to my buddys and say "Whats up f*g". It was never meant as anything derogatory, it was just a way of saying "whats up". Now, not only can I not say the word without being slammed, I do not want to type it with fear of offending someone.

 

[actaeon277]

having to adjust the red-green-blue dials to fix the color

 

[2A_Tom]

We no longer have a "break" from politics between elections.
24/7/365 politics on 100 channels.

You win the internet.

Johnny Carson, National Anthem, Color bars

You always have to go there, don't you?

Rebuild an alternator for $12.50 parts.

Replace a starter solenoid for $9.25.

Rebuild a Master Cylinder.

Set points.

Gap spark plugs.

Remove, patch and replace a tire with tire irons

Did I forget the purple above?

 

[El Conquistador]

Whittling. My grandfather used to whittle and it was fascinating watching him turn a piece of wood into something.

Funny you mentioned this. I gave( or sold for a penny) 3 of my grandsons 12-14 years old some pocket knives last weekend. They sat on the front porch whittling for a few hours. Told them a story about my grandpa in Tennessee whittling with his buddies in front of the court house everyday.

 

[KittySlayer]

The attendant pumping your gas, washing the windows, checking your fluids. I was freaked out in Oregon when I went to a gas station and this crackhead looking derelict approached my car from behind. I found out OR requires a station employee to pump your gas.

Well we can’t have mere amateurs pumping explosive liquids, it requires a professional.

Was he smoking? Unintended consequences, they make smoking inside illegal so all of the gas station cashiers smoke outside by the gas pumps. Just saw it this weekend.

 

[KittySlayer]

Johnny Carson, National Anthem, Color bars

And only three channels (if the weather was good).

 

[Gary119]

snapping green beans

making lye soap

churning butter

bringing cool stuff home from the dump

letting off the gas so your vacuum wipers would work faster

 

[KokomoDave]

Going out back to get a switch so your parents could wear it out on your ass. You better not bring back a little one or a big one. They're going to beat your ass all the way out to find "the one".

 

[flatlander]

Having your Dad come home, feel the TV, and bust your butt for telling him you were doing homework !

Bob

 

[CallSign Snafu]

The "Adult" section in the back room of video stores where you could sneak back to as a kid and see your principal renting some of Ron Jeremy's latest hi-jinx. And perhaps even see a boob or two. Score!

 

[olhorseman]

Putting coal in the furnace.

And shaking the grates until you jam up your shoulder when you hit a "clinker".

 

[Alamo]

I think somebody said punchcards already, but I’ll say it again anyway. Punchcards. And card decks, Marked up with diagonal lines from colored markers.

At IU we ... er, some guys I heard about… would empty the chip box (the little container that collected the tiny punched-out rectangles of punch cards) into a paper bag and take it back to the dorm. We‘d ... er, those guys would puff up the bag then close the mouth and slide it under the target’s dorm room door. Stomp on it and it would blow the little chips all over the dorm room. Since pretty much everybody had a shag rug on the floor, the occupants would never get rid of all the chips, there’s always be dozens or hundreds caught in the shag. Good times, good times.

Oh, and having a single landline phone in the middle of the house and having to run in from outdoors to answer when it rang. Getting yelled at because I was stretching the handset cord around the corner so parents couldn't hear the conversation. Picking up the handset to make a call and finding out there were other people on the line and I had to wait until their conversations over to make my call.

 

[PapaScout]

Lol, been there! I've never seen an actual episode, but I know what "Electric Blue" is.

Haha - Sing the theme? We must be about the same age...

Screw-in fuses.
Making ice cream with my parents in a hand-crank bucket.
Actually winding a watch.
Having a Blackberry phone...oh wait - I still do :-P

 

[spencer rifle]

At IU we ... er, some guys I heard about… would empty the chip box (the little container that collected the tiny punched-out rectangles of punch cards) into a paper bag and take it back to the dorm. We‘d ... er, those guys would puff up the bag then close the mouth and slide it under the target’s dorm room door. Stomp on it and it would blow the little chips all over the dorm room. Since pretty much everybody had a shag rug on the floor, the occupants would never get rid of all the chips, there’s always be dozens or hundreds caught in the shag. Good times, good times.

We'd do that, except it was shaving cream in an album cover.

 

[El Conquistador]

Standing outside adjusting the TV antenna waiting for someone inside to yell instructions.

 

[Wstar425]

You do...but what about the next generation?

I once dismantled a 60x30 foot concrete block wall with a hammer and cold chisel, then chipped the mortar off of every block so they could be reused....but my boss at that time was a bit of a lunatic.

Working for yourself?

I might not be first, have not read all posts yet.

 

[olhorseman]

Telephones without buttons or dials. You had to make all calls through an operator. Calls made to your phone had a specific ring pattern and any other ring pattern were for neighbors on your party line.

 

[KellyinAvon]

I think somebody said punchcards already, but I’ll say it again anyway. Punchcards. And card decks, Marked up with diagonal lines from colored markers.

At IU we ... er, some guys I heard about… would empty the chip box (the little container that collected the tiny punched-out rectangles of punch cards) into a paper bag and take it back to the dorm. We‘d ... er, those guys would puff up the bag then close the mouth and slide it under the target’s dorm room door. Stomp on it and it would blow the little chips all over the dorm room. Since pretty much everybody had a shag rug on the floor, the occupants would never get rid of all the chips, there’s always be dozens or hundreds caught in the shag. Good times, good times.

Oh, and having a single landline phone in the middle of the house and having to run in from outdoors to answer when it rang. Getting yelled at because I was stretching the handset cord around the corner so parents couldn't hear the conversation. Picking up the handset to make a call and finding out there were other people on the line and I had to wait until their conversations over to make my call.

Punch cards! 80 card columns. I was one of the guys who removed the interpreter (read the cards and converted the info on the cards to data for the mainframe computer) from the Supply computer room at my squadron when punch cards finally became a thing of the past. That thing was HEAVY! It was obsolete as hell but we got our bar-code readers from the lowest bidder and they kept failing. I think that was in 1988.