A reader asked me to go back to the good old days and write about my time as a person dating and being with other teenagers.
He said that lately I was talking about life today and he had always looked forward to the days of old and those things we did no one does anymore. So let’s get going on my ride back to those days when we found joy in doing the things that made our day.
I start when I first had a date with the lovely young lady who one day would be my soul mate and wife. Her name is Ramona, and at the time she was a slim, long-legged, blue-eyed brunette with bangs across her forehead. We would start our day taking a ride in my car that Ramona named Betsy.
It was a green, ’46 Dodge, and it had a big horn on the front left fender. Boy, that horn could be heard several blocks away.
We always drove to just about every eating place there was in that day. Starting at her house, we went west to the B&K root beer stand and then headed south on Washington Street to The Hob Nob on Markland and Washington to get a Coke.
We left The Hob Nob south down Washington to The Lighthouse on the point. Then we would turn back north and head toward Vic’s on the road that turned out to be the old U.S. 31 bypass. We’d sit there in the car after ordering a Coke and giving the carhop some change to put in the jukebox.
Then it was across the road to Crume’s that later was Henry’s and now is McDonald’s.
Then it was down Markland west to the A&W Root Beer stand and, after that, it was on to Lennon’s.