Yeah and don’t forget Sonny & Cher, beer cans with rivets down the side of them that you wouldn’t dare try to crush against your head and huge Pontiac station wagons with jump seats in the back! I think a couple of those old Bud cans hit me in the head when Dad would pitch another empty one into the back, driving across the NYS thruway.Hearing stories like this always take me back to the days of my youth being at my grandparents house. Playing in the creek all day or one time getting lost in the woods over night. Sled riding on the big hill in the back yard and smashing my nose on a tree branch. Shooting a 12 guage when your 5 yrs old just so your uncle can laugh at you. Eating chestnuts from on top the wood stove. Whatching HeeHaw every night not knowing then how hot all those girls were. You know all that good stuff.