I'm sure many of us have lot's of tales of wild and stupid things we did in our youth. Ralper struck a memory for me on a reply he posted, so I submitted the following...

"You just stirred up some teenage memories there for sure. I grew up in western Connecticut and remember Cousin' Brucie and Murray the K."

We did some really crazy things back then like making 30 mile beer runs into Brewster and Putnam County NY because the legal age was 18. It's amazing we survived those times. Most of us vintage folks likely have a lot of those survival stories. That may be a good topic for this board but I sure hope my kid's don't find it!

Please feel free to submit any non "X-Rated" story or experience....

Jay

 

Good topic that should get some great stories! Here's mine... or one of them anyway!

Back in the college days (late 60's), I was home for the weekend and decided to "borrow" one of the city limit signs to put on the wall in my dorm. It was after midnight and I was parked next to the pole that had the sign reaching up and working on the bolts when a policeman pulled up and calmly asked what I was up to. I was caught red-handed!
He checked out my car and then told me to follow him to the station. He made me wait in a room by myself for what seemed like hours then came and got me and finger-printed me and generally made me feel like a criminal. Of course they called my Dad and he came to take me home. I was one scared 19 yr. old.
I think it was all a ploy to teach me a lesson because when I went back to the station to get my car the next day I had a long talk with the policeman who "arrested" me and he asked me to come back to the station later that night to ride with him. Anyway, we became good friends and had many long talks whenever I was home for the weekends or holidays.
My Dad never really said much about it other than he told me to never embarrass my mother and him again.

Lesson learned

 

I grew up in Fairfield County. Wasn't there some club called the "Country House" or something that was in New York State?

 

Let's see... Does fitting 13 people into a '64 Dodge Dart, and going about four miles or so count? I wasn't the driver, but I was one of the 13. A group had met after a high school football game at an eating establishment, but they were closed or there was some other reason we didn't want to stay. But some of the people there had been left stranded by their rides. So we packed everyone in...

 

I won't bore you with too many of the details (not that I remember them), but one of my stupidest moments was when I regained consciousness while standing face to face with a Columbus, MS, police officer who was saying to his partner, "This one doesn't seem to be too bad off. I think we'll let him go." Then he turned to me and said, in his Mississippi accent, "There's nothing wrong with drinkin'. But look at you, son. That ain't no way to be."

 

I don't remember that name. It may have been a little further south in NY State. I remember the Brewster Bowling Lanes and a nightclub/bar in Putnam Lake.

 

Another cool move... My friend and I went to the prom in his Dad's Falcon Station Wagon. Of course we decided we needed to take some beer. Imagine that? And of course we need the beer to be cold, so us two brilliant party animals got a styrofoam cooler, filled it with ice and put that cooler right in the open cargo area in the back of that Falcon wagon. But we intellectually determined that it was too visible so we covered it with a sheet. So there it sat, a "well camoflaged" cooler right there in plain sight in that open cargo area.

Even the local constable wasn't that dumb! So he hauls us out of the prom, and makes us open the car and show him what was under the sheet. There it was, a styrofoam cooler complete with a "Church Key" jabbed into the styrofoam. So he comments, "nice touch fellas" and confiscates the beer and tells us he is going discuss this with our parents. Needless to say that was a one ruined prom. To make matters worse, my date was my French teacher's younger sister

I was so worried I actually fessed up to my parents, but not until after the I spotted the cop at my friends house on Monday. Guess what, he never came to see my parents.... he must have known

Jay

 

One summer my friend Mitch and I decided that we needed to broaden our horizons. We needed to see if there really was more to the world than just Brooklyn. It was the late 60s and we had hair down to our shoulders, walrus mustaches, ragged jeans and everything else that came with being teenagers in the late 60s.

We loaded sleeping bags, a tent and all of our worldly belongings into Mitch's Volkswagen Bug and headed west on I-80 to San Francisco, down California 1 and east to Texas. While in Texas we decided to add some international flavor to our journey, so we headed into Mexico.

After a while we decided to leave Mexico. We got on line at customs and waited for what seemed to be hours. In those days US customs agents at the Mexican border were tough and didn't have much love for youngsters. When our turn came a customs agent came to the window of the VW, stuck his head in and said, "Have you boys got anything to declare?" Mitch, who was never the brightest bulb on the porch looked him straight in the eye and answered, "I do declare its good to be back in the states."

Needless to say, six hours later we were finally allowed to put the back seat back into the car, reload it and leave. When I asked him later why he had said that he replied, "I was just trying to be friendly."

 

 

ummm. My teenage daughter is crawling all over this site. I can't say anything, yet. I'll wait until she's 21. We'll and get together. Then I'll spill my guts.