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Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Are you hanging up

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This morning's fog.

* The Shadows of ’73:

Lines formed at service stations, and “sorry no gas” signs appeared; eventually, Nixon requested that stations voluntarily close from Saturday night through Monday morning. The Senate came eight votes short of passing a law that would have instituted gas rationing, and the order had already been given to print the coupon books.

I, too, remember this time. I was a senior in high school and at the beginning of my driving career. Due to overcrowding, Springfield high schools were on split shifts. Freshman and sophomores went to school from noon to 5:00, and juniors and seniors went from 7:00 a.m. to noon. Knowing me like I do, I don't know how I did it, but I managed to get up early enough every day to not only not be late, but to get the parking spot closest to the gym.

I had a green, used 1965 Olds F-85 four-door, which my dad dropped $150.00 on at the dealership where he was a mechanic. Of course, I had to pay him regularly weekly payments to keep driving it, which I happily did. (Many times over, probably.) That car had bench seats all around, one seat belt for the driver's seat and an AM radio. You had to turn the radio off when you turned off the engine, otherwise the radio would keep going and run the battery down (how would I know that). The car also had very loose steering and what we used to call pick-up (how would I know that),

We were all very aware of the OPEC embargo, especially since there was something on the news about it every night -- gas stations with "no gas" signs, gas lines around the block, plus the politics of it all. But I don't remember Springfield being as affected as the parts of the country they showed on the news. I do remember Illinois changing the highway speed limit from 70 to 55 mph about that time.

By December, because I was down to four classes, I got out of school at 11:00 a.m. The short school day allowed me to come home, watch a few game shows (I felt like Joe Garagiola was my friend), have lunch, then go to work as a counter girl at Lloyd's Cleaners at 12th and South Grand. And that is where I met the world.

* A stocking on your wall......... (Slade! 1973! This is your life!)

Posted by Marie at December 3, 2013 9:47 PM