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Subject: Re: Remember "Bit-Slice" Chips ?
Date: 15 Dec 2024 18:53:11 GMT
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On Sun, 15 Dec 2024 11:36:27 +0100, D wrote:

> Yes... bicycle helmets where completely unknown during my childhood as
> well. For entertainment we had fireworks, firecrackers (now illegal in
> sweden), dismantling old electronic waste to see what's inside, running
> around on the streets of central stockholm without supervision, smoke
> bombs, the occasional beer sold to minors from where discrete and hidden
> small shops.

Most fireworks were illegal where I grew up but we had them anyway. Much 
later I brought some back from a trip to the south and wound up arrested 
for possession of explosives and deadly weapons in my home town by a cop I 
went to school with. My future brother in law was a silver tongued devil 
that could turn any situation to shit. Years later he was killed by 
lightning so he may have pissed the Gods off too. 

I was a big kid and the liquor stores weren't too particular. As a joke 
one year I bought one of those nip bottles of gin for a Mothers Day gift. 
That led to an interrogation of where I got it. 

One problem of being a kid in a town of about 2000 is everybody knows 
everybody. Pill something really outrageous and the news would get home 
before you did.