@sarahfenske@stlmag Sam’s is a fine old traditional steak house! Its service and food are first rate, at fair prices. I’ve eaten there on several occasions and it was busy every time.
@SamaHoole “America … is the control group nobody agreed to join.”
Strictly speaking, Europe is the control group (no treatment) and America is the experimental group.
I was 12 in Boy Scout summer camp when I first learned to shoot a single-shot .22 caliber rifle at a target range.
My kid was 10 and had known the safety rules for years (since kindergarten!) when we first went plinking at a soda can on some private land. It was a Rossi single shot .22 in the youth size, intended for this purpose. See the image.
I think these are typical ages for Americans.
@surfgoldbeaches In my youth I skied down the biggest mountains as fast as I could, then rushed to the lift lines and waited impatiently with the crowds to go again.
Now I glide cross country on empty trails through silent woods. I understand your friend.
@FrankBr05713205@ThrillaRilla369 Got my first for free, but it needed bodywork and new tires to pass inspection and get registered. Probably $200 total in those days. Drove it for two years then sold it and bought a motorcycle. Good old times!
@Thegreatunwoken@FrankBr05713205 I think I bought them together, as a tune-up combo special, on sale since I was broke. But this was ~50 years ago so I can’t be sure.
I, too, have been on both sides. The granddaughter of the previous owner of my current house got a tour and shed a few tears. She told me stories about the house and her childhood memories. I felt well compensated.
One person? No problem. A family is a different matter. It would depend upon my gut feelings.
Conversely, I and a friend visited my childhood home decades after my parents sold it. We were invited in by the buyer, who recognized me. We did not ask to wander around and left soon, profusely thanking the owner.
@FrankBr05713205 We old guys with basements apparently never throw anything away. Here’s mine from the 1970s, in a custom fitted box that was once a kiddie carpenter tool kit. Note the low serial number and the country of origin, both rare these days.