[Mr70]

Ha!...we too played in the dirt with our HotWheels,so much so that our friends Moms would not allow us to enter their yards carrying the lil 4 wheeled gofers,as one Mom put it.
I grew up down the street from the Ovaltine factory.
Thir 6 O'clock whistle was our sign to go home & eat during the spring/summer months.
When we realized we could get a nickel for one bottle,we scoured for every Bubble Up bottle we could find,right after watching the Banana Splits of course.
After 1968,we saw the Chicago police in a whole new light too.
"Roll up the windows & obey everrrry traffic light",my Dad would say.