You know there’s something wrong, when:
Christmas, 1974. Got a new Schwinn. One of the proudest days of my life. Four days later, playing in the snow with friends, I slide down a steel slide (a waterslide in summer, ends in hard ice in winter) and hurt my leg. Not being a pansy, I stayed out the rest of the day, playing, skating, sledding, etc.
later that evening Dad says “Come on in for supper”.
me: “I don’t feel much like eating”
dad: “Start the car, mama, we got to get this kid to the hospital”
Four fractures to the tibia and fibula (two each) and several of the small bones of the ankle damaged. To this day, if I swivel my ankle it pops like popcorn.
Worst part, they cut off my red suede denim leisure suit pants. Pissed me off no end, they were also a Christmas present.
Five months in casts. Didn’t get to ride my bike till midsummer.
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Damn! So you know the feelling! I love the way parents can sum things up so well Og. My dad took one look at my shoulder when I broke my collarbone in highschool. “Yep… you gonna suffer on the way down to the sea. Let’s get it fixed.”
This is my second time I broke my leg by the way… damn cages and sidewalks! :-)
Itching to ride the bike again.
By the way I refused to let em cut my new jeans and boots… gritted ma teeth and said to my son “Pull… dammitt!” then almost passed out, the ER doctor’s eyes were as big as saucers… and the prettiest blue.
Red suede . VERY cool. We need a picture of that outfit to go along with the story !And, it just figures,you wouldn’t stop for the day. Haven’t changed much, have you ? Except for the red suede.
swmbo
Huh, now why would you go and break a perfectly good leg?
Yep, the joy of not wanting to stop whatever we’re doing.
Red. Suede. Denim. Leisure suit. Pants.
I did not need that mental image. No, I did not. (Sobs frantically.)
Hey, in the 70’s that was HOT. Think Dirk Diggler. Yes, I had a polyester print shirt to go with it.
The 70’s were weird… I had a pair of PINK denims, those flared jeans, just like the Monkees wore. Today I would not be caught dead in pink. :-)
I had frickin’ purple corduroy pants.
No shit.
Oh, Alger’s gotcha all beat. He DROVE A CAB wearing BURGUNDY GABARDINE ELEPHANT BELLS, a MATCHING knit turtleneck, and a BLUE belt.
Yes. He did get hit on. By guys.
GFD
God’ll getcha fer that, Dolly!
M
I’m so glad that I met Mark AFTER that fashion (?) episode. Maybe we should post wedding pics .
swmbo
Oh yes, I remember. All of my shirts were those Qiana ones, the ones with the pictures all over them. Except for the polyester stretch knit bodyshirt, which snapped under the crotch. No, it wasn’t sexy — wearing it was like wearing a diver suit… in the hot summer sun… in Florida… in an un-airconditioned school… (believe it or not, I didn’t get air-conditioned classroom until I entered high school). And every time I had to go to the bathroom I had to unsnap the thing. I have no idea why I put up with the thing — I wasn’t obsessed with the latest disco fashion.
Mine wasn’t my fault. I was seven.
My parents put me in Purple. Corduroy. Pants.
I was seven, my fashion sense doesn’t extend past jeans and t-shirts, and even THEN I know how horribly wrong that was.
Not the pants! Say it ain’t so?!