Carbon paper, typewriters and typewriter ribbons: Do you remember?

I remember carbon paper, typewriters and typewriter ribbons.

I remember four-digit phone numbers and dial phones.

I remember the Fonz and Archie Bunker.

I remember when LBJ meant the President (Lyndon B Johnson) and not a basketball player (LeBron James).

I remember the California Raisins, Louis the Lizard and the Budweiser Frogs.

I remember pin curls, home perms, garter belts and push-up bras.

I remember Dick and Pat, Jack and Jackie, Ronnie and Nancy, Jimmy and Roslyn, Bonnie and Clyde, Steve McQueen and Ali McGraw, Liz and Dick, Ken and Barbie.

I remember when you had to get up and cross the room to change the channel.

I remember gas station attendants, newsstands and soda fountains.

I remember consciousness raising, est and transcendental meditation.

I remember Bullitt, The Godfather, and The French Connection.

I remember Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd and Marvin Gaye.

I remember Sergeant Pepper, Tricky Dick and Flower Power.

I remember the Bouffant, the Beehive, the Shag, the D.A, The Wet Look, The Dry Look and Greasy Kid Stuff. 

I remember Joy, "the most expensive perfume in the world" and  "Modess...because"

I remember Pan Am and TWA.

I remember disco and Donna Summer, hula hoops and Rubik's cubes.

I remember lots but I can't remember:

1. What I had for dinner last night.
2. Where I put my glasses
3. Why I went into the kitchen and what I was going to do there
4. Why I clicked on Google and what I wanted to look up (Thanks to Anne R. Allen for this one!) 

If you remember what I remember, you might enjoy the amazing and awesome adventures of no-BS Blake Weston and ex-cop Ralph Marino as they navigate their way through the past, face the future and solve a murder. Who says sixty isn't sexy?

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