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Re Turkish Taffy– The…
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Re Turkish Taffy– The bag of small assorted Turkish Taffy that we used to buy at the movies, had an additional flavor called molasses mint. We used to have a heck of a time trying to discern them in the darkened movie theatre so that we could throw them away–they had stripes on them, which helped….
Where is Robbie Rothblatt…
You wanna talk “naive”?…
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You wanna talk “naive”? Here’s a humdinger of a story for you. When I was about 16, my 20-year-old boyfriend decided to dump me one night because I was “too young” (which of course meant I wasn’t ready to sleep with him so what was the point, right?) He lived on one side of a VERY busy street near where we were standing, I lived on the other. When I say busy, I mean Houston Street right off of FDR Drive; six lanes of traffic, three going onto the highway, three going off, and moving at a pretty good clip. Well, I did NOT take this breakup lightly and figured I’d teach HIM a lesson. I didn’t look for traffic going onto the highway as I began crossing the street to go home. I didn’t look for traffic coming off of the highway when I stepped off the median. My plan was, of course, to have him see me get struck by a car and feel so badly about it that he would take me back (please remember I was a very young 16 — NOT “16” like the kids are now, and no, it never occurred to me that it would hurt or that I might die). Well — I got to the other side safely (obviously God really DOES take care of FOOLS and babies, like they say) and turned to see if he was watching. He was long gone. He’d apparently turned to go the minute I walked away from him, so he’d have missed the whole thing — the crash…the pain…the drama of it all! The nerve of that guy! Geez, I wouldn’t be sixteen again if you paid me — I was SO melodramatic! – webdiva
My first kiss was NOT particularly…
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My first kiss was NOT particularly pleasant but it was memorable. I think I was about thirteen or fourteen years old. This guy from the neighborhood who was about my age was always making racy comments around me, which I pretty much ignored. Late one summer night, I was walking home after hanging out with my friends and ran into the guy. He walked up to me, asked me if I’d ever been kissed and before I could reply, planted his lips on mine and stuck his yucky, sloppy tongue halfway down my throat. And then he walked away. At the time I thought, “if this is what kissing is about, I’m NEVER getting married!” We never mentioned it after that and I haven’t seen him in yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeears…… – webdiva
Hmmm… You know…
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Hmmm… You know what? I think I said “Mr. Frostee” when I MEANT “Mr. Softee”. And, no, I didn’t know about the green bottles… I only remember blue. And YES, I remember the “chocolate cake Good Humors”! Wow..that takes me back.. I had a DOVE bar the other day and I remember thinking, “This is pretty darn good, but there’s just too much of it!” 🙂 🙂 And I remember the shaved ice and cherry syrup — I LOVED that as a kid. I also remember guys pushing carts full of “homemade” ices that my mother would never let me buy. She said they made the ices in their bathtubs at home! 🙂 🙂 – webdiva
Turkish Taffy … mmmmmmmmmmm…
What about Turkish Taffy….
My number was Virginia 9….
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My number was Virginia 9. We lived in queens. I remember shoe laces – Long thin strips of licorish, wax soda bottles, and candy smokes. We used to buy penny candy, little carmels, red hots, and other chewy things that practicly ripped your teeth out of your head. Had to do it on the sly – candy was off limits in our house. medeska