I grew up in Mass. so the places are different, experiences not so much.
I remember gas wars on Belmont St. Gas at 14¢ a gallon.
I remember bonfires on the Fourth of July. And on VJ day.
I remember Angie Scampini, probably the only Italian-American anywhere who wasn't a Yankee fan. He rooted for the quintessential underdog, the St. Louis Browns.
I remember his son Roy, home from the war, taking my best friend and I with him to Rhode Island to buy firecrackers which were illegal in Mass. First time ever going 60 miles an hour. A mile a minute! Wow!
I remember Bing Crosby on the radio at noon every day. "When the blue of the night......".
I remember Heckle and Jeckle, the Katzenjammer Kids, and Terry and the Pirates.
I remember going to a Braves game. A Boston Braves game.
I remember Bob Cousy and Frank Oftring playing for Holy Cross, and then starting an insurance company.
I remember people getting upset when steak got up to a dollar a pound.
I remember Gorgeous George.
I remember Your Show of Shows with Sid Caesar. And Kukla, Fran, and Ollie.
I remember John Wayne in commercials for Camels.
I remember Priscilla.................and that's enough for memories.
