1960

[db-2]

It was the fall of 1960 when i reach the age of 13. I had already bought my first car, a 1952 Buick Super for $50. Spent hours on it as one would expect from a $50 vehicle. Spent my teen years in the sixties and they were the best of time
Rock and Roll was at its best.
1520 on dial KOMA out of Okahloma
630 on the dial CKRC out of Winnipeg
Both AM and now i listen to the same music with the help of SKM.
Dad bought a transistor radio. Paid $75 for it which i thought was way to expense. Still have in picture.

It was the time of muscle cars. My buddy had a 442 and i had a Sport Fury with a 426. We both were going to NDSU. On Thursday night we would hit Broadway and one trip down the street we would get someone to race. Off to north Fargo on the airport road. Won some and lost some. $3,500 would buy one a new muscle car.

Never had a date in high school and very few in college. Would again hit Bradway and would find ladies be driving around looking for same things us guys were looking for. Most had jobs and they would chip in for the beers and find a place to party. Sometimes wonder if some of them remember the relationship we had from those time. There was one lady that seem to most every time her and her friends would be with us. At age 20 i found Old Mill and have been drinking it ever since.

My senior year would again hit Broadway and that one lady was still around. I was 21 and found out she was 17 and a senior at West Fargo High. What the hell, her parents accepted me. But by the end of my senior year i had enough education to last a lifetime. I soon found out that the government wanted me to spend sometimes in Nam.
Spent 10 month there and we shot at them every day, they would now and then shoot rocket, mortars and small arm at us. One night after one of those times i left my bunker at 4 in the morning and sat next to a foxhole with my M-16. About 10 feet from me was a black plastic bag with a soldier in it. He was fresh out of high school and had been only there for about a month. Now he had a bullet in him. I decided to spend some time with him and had a conversation for about 30 minutes. I ask him why he was here. I also ask what was to come. I said someone at the funeral will say you were there for the red, white and blue. Bull crap you were there for no reason other than our government sent us there. I mature a lot at that time talking to him and maybe found some reason as to what i was doing. A lot of reflection of it all. I no longer remember his name and would not know him if we came and sat next to me. Life went on.

Now i am 78 and things for me look differently. Can no longer kill an animal but still keep getting the license to kill. For 2 years i have had a major pain in my body and the doc do not know why. I told them what i thought and will start that program next Wednesday.
Well i had a lot more to say but too long now. By the way, that 17-year-old lady is still hanging around after 60 years.

And boobs are still as important as when i found out about them as is the Old Mill. db

 

[CatDaddy]

It was the fall of 1960 when i reach the age of 13. I had already bought my first car, a 1952 Buick Super for $50. Spent hours on it as one would expect from a $50 vehicle. Spent my teen years in the sixties and they were the best of time
Rock and Roll was at its best.
1520 on dial KOMA out of Okahloma
630 on the dial CKRC out of Winnipeg
Both AM and now i listen to the same music with the help of SKM.
Dad bought a transistor radio. Paid $75 for it which i thought was way to expense. Still have in picture.

It was the time of muscle cars. My buddy had a 442 and i had a Sport Fury with a 426. We both were going to NDSU. On Thursday night we would hit Broadway and one trip down the street we would get someone to race. Off to north Fargo on the airport road. Won some and lost some. $3,500 would buy one a new muscle car.

Never had a date in high school and very few in college. Would again hit Bradway and would find ladies be driving around looking for same things us guys were looking for. Most had jobs and they would chip in for the beers and find a place to party. Sometimes wonder if some of them remember the relationship we had from those time. There was one lady that seem to most every time her and her friends would be with us. At age 20 i found Old Mill and have been drinking it ever since.

My senior year would again hit Broadway and that one lady was still around. I was 21 and found out she was 17 and a senior at West Fargo High. What the hell, her parents accepted me. But by the end of my senior year i had enough education to last a lifetime. I soon found out that the government wanted me to spend sometimes in Nam.
Spent 10 month there and we shot at them every day, they would now and then shoot rocket, mortars and small arm at us. One night after one of those times i left my bunker at 4 in the morning and sat next to a foxhole with my M-16. About 10 feet from me was a black plastic bag with a soldier in it. He was fresh out of high school and had been only there for about a month. Now he had a bullet in him. I decided to spend some time with him and had a conversation for about 30 minutes. I ask him why he was here. I also ask what was to come. I said someone at the funeral will say you were there for the red, white and blue. Bull crap you were there for no reason other than our government sent us there. I mature a lot at that time talking to him and maybe found some reason as to what i was doing. A lot of reflection of it all. I no longer remember his name and would not know him if we came and sat next to me. Life went on.

Now i am 78 and things for me look differently. Can no longer kill an animal but still keep getting the license to kill. For 2 years i have had a major pain in my body and the doc do not know why. I told them what i thought and will start that program next Wednesday.
Well i had a lot more to say but too long now. By the way, that 17-year-old lady is still hanging around after 60 years.

And boobs are still as important as when i found out about them as is the Old Mill. db

DB, I appreciate you sharing your experiences and glad you can air them here. Thanks for your service, even if government ordered.

The '60's were certainly a different time that I wasn't alive for - I like hearing first-hand experiences from that time.

 

[Prairie Doggin']

DB, I appreciate you sharing your experiences and glad you can air them here. Thanks for your service, even if government ordered.

The '60's were certainly a different time that I wasn't alive for - I like hearing first-hand experiences from that time.

I'm like CatDaddy. I appreciate hearing first hand accounts of things I've never experienced, and hope not to, from people who have. My uncle was there, but from what I heard from him before he passed, he was generally pretty far from the action. A clerk of some sort, I believe. Anyway, appreciate both your service and tales of yesteryear, and also appreciate a nice boob.

 

[Dryfly36]

DB you brought back a flashback. As a kid I would listen to KOMA late at night when it would come in on my radio. CKY 58 and CKRC and KFYR were my main radio stations. I still like the old Canadian rock bands. Also could get WGN our of Chicago late at night.

 

[Wirehair]

Thank you for your service DB!!

 

[johnr]

Pleasure to read, thanks for sharing, and for your service

 

[Colt45]

Thanks for sharing the memories DB and thank you for your service
to our great country!
I grew up in Williston, and back in late 60's early 70's we would
listen to AM stations KFYR, KEYZ, and also CKCK out of Regina Sask.
On a clear night and if you were in the right spot you could even pick up
scratchy channels out of MN using a transistor radio, think they were
MN channels anyways as we would listen to Twins games, most times the
signal would eventually fade and we would lose the game but was fun while it lasted.
Times were much more simple back in those days.

 

[Retired-Guy]

DB you brought back a flashback. As a kid I would listen to KOMA late at night when it would come in on my radio. CKY 58 and CKRC and KFYR were my main radio stations. I still like the old Canadian rock bands. Also could get WGN our of Chicago late at night.

KOMA was a good station but reception wasn't always the greatest. WLS out of Chicago was another good one. They were the late night go-tos.

 

[gunlover]

It was the fall of 1960 when i reach the age of 13. I had already bought my first car, a 1952 Buick Super for $50. Spent hours on it as one would expect from a $50 vehicle. Spent my teen years in the sixties and they were the best of time
Rock and Roll was at its best.
1520 on dial KOMA out of Okahloma
630 on the dial CKRC out of Winnipeg
Both AM and now i listen to the same music with the help of SKM.
Dad bought a transistor radio. Paid $75 for it which i thought was way to expense. Still have in picture.

It was the time of muscle cars. My buddy had a 442 and i had a Sport Fury with a 426. We both were going to NDSU. On Thursday night we would hit Broadway and one trip down the street we would get someone to race. Off to north Fargo on the airport road. Won some and lost some. $3,500 would buy one a new muscle car.

Never had a date in high school and very few in college. Would again hit Bradway and would find ladies be driving around looking for same things us guys were looking for. Most had jobs and they would chip in for the beers and find a place to party. Sometimes wonder if some of them remember the relationship we had from those time. There was one lady that seem to most every time her and her friends would be with us. At age 20 i found Old Mill and have been drinking it ever since.

My senior year would again hit Broadway and that one lady was still around. I was 21 and found out she was 17 and a senior at West Fargo High. What the hell, her parents accepted me. But by the end of my senior year i had enough education to last a lifetime. I soon found out that the government wanted me to spend sometimes in Nam.
Spent 10 month there and we shot at them every day, they would now and then shoot rocket, mortars and small arm at us. One night after one of those times i left my bunker at 4 in the morning and sat next to a foxhole with my M-16. About 10 feet from me was a black plastic bag with a soldier in it. He was fresh out of high school and had been only there for about a month. Now he had a bullet in him. I decided to spend some time with him and had a conversation for about 30 minutes. I ask him why he was here. I also ask what was to come. I said someone at the funeral will say you were there for the red, white and blue. Bull crap you were there for no reason other than our government sent us there. I mature a lot at that time talking to him and maybe found some reason as to what i was doing. A lot of reflection of it all. I no longer remember his name and would not know him if we came and sat next to me. Life went on.

Now i am 78 and things for me look differently. Can no longer kill an animal but still keep getting the license to kill. For 2 years i have had a major pain in my body and the doc do not know why. I told them what i thought and will start that program next Wednesday.
Well i had a lot more to say but too long now. By the way, that 17-year-old lady is still hanging around after 60 years.

And boobs are still as important as when i found out about them as is the Old Mill. db

 

[gunlover]

thought you were wrighting my life story.

 

[AR-15]

Listened to a lot of music on KOMA when we were kids

 

[LBrandt]

Listened a lot to one out of Kansas City when the sky was right. Think it was KUTI, it was a long time ago, hard to remember. That old time rock and roll and one hit wonders. LB

 

[257Bob]

KUTT (Fargo station, now it's KQWB I believe) during the day, KOMA at night.
NDSU from 64 to 68, never graduated though, drafted May of 68. Dumb luck sent me to Panama for a year and a half. When I got out I married my best friend's sister, we worked hard, raised some kids and got old.

 

[Prairie Doggin']

DB you brought back a flashback. As a kid I would listen to KOMA late at night when it would come in on my radio. CKY 58 and CKRC and KFYR were my main radio stations. I still like the old Canadian rock bands. Also could get WGN our of Chicago late at night.

Wasn't it WLS out of Chicago? Not positive, but that's what sticks with me. 890, I think...could only get it late at night, probably after a ND station signed off for the day...been nearly 40 yrs, but that's what I remember.

 

[db-2]

thanks for all your comments and they did bring other memories back to me. Hope to make a bunch of new memories as life goes on db

 

[Zogman]

Thanks DB.
Listened to a lot of KOMA and WLS the Dick Biondi show. From the backseat.

 

[db-2]

257 Bob
When i went to NDSU around 1965 the radio station there was Kutt. When they switch to KQWB they had a gunfight on Broadway. The good gunslinger got off the train at Great Northern and the bad guy got off on the south RR. They met about halfway and the good guy kill the bad guy. I was there when all that happen.
Not sure why that fills part of my memory bank but it just like yesterday. db

 

[Dryfly36]

Wasn't it WLS out of Chicago? Not positive, but that's what sticks with me. 890, I think...could only get it late at night, probably after a ND station signed off for the day...been nearly 40 yrs, but that's what I remember.

It was WLS. WGN was tv for the Cubs.

 

[svnmag]

Yes!!

When our little station signed off for the night; I could tune in WLS in the middle of WV. I think it was mostly talk format and I didn't understand; it was still cool to hear something from so far away after midnight. I used to wake up to static on the Philco radio in the morning.

WDVE out of Pittsburg was THE rock station in the '80s. Pard up on the mountain could pick it up all day like it was next door. I had a JC Penney stereo equipped with ALL the features...LEDs, turntable, double cassette player, eight track and two 35in tall 5 watt speakers with authentic wood grain.

To get "DVE"; I had to contrive a spider web antenna array from straightened coat hangers taped to the authentic wood grain paneling behind the stereo and modify two clips to attach to the jack(?): I later found out I could run the turntable to remove ALL static and be rewarded with an additional "LED of strength". (?!!) Fuck Howard Stern (DC 101)

That is all:

Sorry DB. 1980s:

 

[db-2]

YES, for Chicago station 890 could not get a decent sound so listen to it very little. db