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Oh,boy…..this one’s kind of embarrassing.
Ok, in the 60’s, the “rat pack” was the epitome of cool. You know, Sinatra, Dean Martin, all those guys. And people drank like very thirsty fishes on TV—look at an old episode of “Bewitched” for example…. Pitchers of Martinis! So, I made the logical connection—cool guys invited girls they liked back to their place for cocktails. So, at the tender age of 7 (yes SEVEN), I invited a wee lassie back to “the pad” after school. I knew where the ‘rents stashed the booze and mixers, and I was tall enough to reach the highball glasses in the cabinet. The wee lass had no taste for the hard stuff, so I mixed them quite weak, and we sat around and chatted until the ‘rents got home (me being the original latch key kid). Needless to say, they were NOT AMUSED. Nor was the wee girly’s mum, when she came home with WHISKEY ON HER BREATH!!!! I honestly didn’t see what all the palaver was about—it was all completely innocent, as far as I was concerned. If it had happened today, we’d have all been on Springer or Oprah or something. Come to think on it, we got away with lots of things that simply wouldn’t fly today. I’m not really sure how I feel about that—somewhere between smug and embarrassed.
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Awwww, how sweet. :)
When I was a kid parents would sometimes allow kids to drink a bit of wine on special occasions, just to make a toast along with everybody else, etc. But it was also made clear that it was an exception they were making, and that drinking was for grownups, not for kids. I don't see a problem with that. If anything it satisfies kid's curiosity about drink, and they leave it alone.
Ah, the 60's! I was a wee lad and I would sit with the hippies in the park. They played Puff the Magic Dragon for me on their guitars. I remember it well.
Hey Taarzaan, you should also put a link to your other photoblog on the index!
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