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Hello all, Welcome to the exploding world of skully! All the chat is gratifying… wow, I even found a “flicking-finger-game ethnologist” out there (thanks, Glenn Kuntz)! My first draft of the Official Skully Rules are now available in .PDF format only (too tired to do a decent HTML treatment right now): http://www.streetplay.com/skully/rules/pdf/skullyrules.pdf To read this document, you’ll need the popular Adobe Acrobat Reader, available at: http://www.adobe.com/ (just look for the yellow “Get Acrobat Reader” button on Adobe’s home page). I’m sure there’s mistakes, and maybe stuff you disagree with, but it’s a start! Let me know how you like it!
I grew up on 173 St &…
I grew up on 173 St & St. Nick. in Washington Heights back in the early sixties. Bottle caps with the melted crayons were cool, but for maximum speed and ease of shooting we used to rub the very top of the old glass soda bottles over the sewer covers until they broke off. Of coarse sooner or later someone would hit you hard enough to break it, but those old time bottles were pretty thick! Man this stuff sure brings back the memories!!!
Vanderveer “estates” (really…
When we went to Coney Isalnd…
When we went to Coney Isalnd it was primarily to go to Nathan’s where the preferred menu was fried shrimp in a cup, chow mein on a bun, and, of course—French Fries. Then next door for the banana, pineapple, etc. frozen custard. Finally, we would be dragged by my bingo playing mother to one of the Fascination parlors, where your rolled black rubber balls down the table and tried to get them to fall into holes. The first person in the establishment to get three in a row won. The bells would ring and the game refused to register any more hits, unitl the winner was paid off in coupons redeemable for junk such as those black cat clocks. Then a new game would begin.
I remember playing this…
I remember playing this when I was a kid growing up in Baltimore in the early 80’s. I think we used to call it skellet(s)? I live in nowhere Pennsylvania now and no one here has ever heard of it. We used to melt wax in them also, and when it got really hot out we would scrape the soft tar off the street and put it in the cap for weight and cover it with the wax. I sucked at that damn game.
I never even tried a Hula…
I never even tried a Hula Hoop until last summer – that’s right – summer 1998. Which of course I couldn’t do – but my kids had gotten a hula hoop as a gift and periodically – I mean each day periodically I would try to do it and finally I was able to do it to some degree. My friend, with a great body, had this idea that she should go to the beach and use a hula hoop and try to sell them as a great exercise method. She never did it, but my stomach muscles did hurt after I finished with my daily attempts. Before my family moved to Manhattan, we lived in an apartment building in Brooklyn, and after we had to come inside my brother would continue to use that pogo stick no matter how much our downstairs neighbors would bang.
Those colored rubber bands…
Those colored rubber bands that you found around the street, particularly near the fruit and vegetable stores, and in the house on the floor. I don’t exactly remember the way we did that either. I grew up near China Town and definately we did some complicated leg moving through those ropes, but we also played with one strand of rubber bands and would somehow jump over a rope as high as a girls’ head.
How about going to bed at…
How about going to bed at night when there were a few snow flurries coming down. The only time you ever really prayed hard was that in the morning the Radio would announce the following schools will be closed today.. What a Blast those days were. Only times kids listened to the NEWS.. We used to build igloos and lite candles inside, and maybe a cig that someone stole from there parents.. Hitching on the back of busses. Piling up snow in the middle of the street so no cars could get through.. Winter Had its great times also. Any other stories??