sandchip
Well-Known Member
I was 14 in 1974, and my sister and her boyfriend would always go out rambling. They came back to the house, and had found an embossed hobbleskirt Coke. He commented to me, "You know, they don't make them like this anymore." I thought to myself, "He's right," and ran out of the house, and found me one in the cowbarn. Something clicked bigtime that day, and I knew that was it until the day I leave this old world. No matter what I'm doing, I'm thinking bottles almost every moment, even when I'm asleep and dreaming. The only downside is that my finances have failed to keep pace with the bottles that I'm drawn to nowadays.