The first bullet point of history trivia in this Good Old Days update made me smile. As a kid, I was always fascinated with parking meters. I grew up in a very small town where there weren't even parking spaces marked off in the square, much less parking meters. But whenever we made a trip to our county seat 15 miles away, we were treated to the opportunity of slipping a nickel into the slot and turning the timer so we could freely shop along Main Street. Clearly it was a sheltered world I lived in where using a parking meter was such a thrill. Someday, I told myself, I will live in a big city like this where parking meters are everywhere.
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Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
I can still smell that pungent hot tar. I was 7 years old and my friend Nadine and I were sitting cross-legged along the edge of Water Street, poking at the emerging tar bubbles with sticks. It was another sizzling summer day in Ohio in my Good Old Days, and we, as always, were out in it. There was no air-conditioning in our homes, so it was no use retreating indoors to escape the humidity....
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Until I reached the age of 9 in 1962, our family made our home at the corner of McNary and Mechanic streets in Princeton, Ky. We lived in a drafty house with a dusty attic into which we rarely ventured.
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