Happy+Days+Conversations


 * What’s your tale, nightingale? I’m stacking up my tanks from laying the patch so often, its almost totaled. When I’m cruisin’ for a bruisin’ I’m looking for those Red fools. But when I’m not, I’m looking for some classy chassis to hang with. We’d go to drive-in movies, great rock’ n’ roll sounds to dance to. Elvis, Chuck Berry, and Fat’s domino too. **


 * Don’t forget about Bobby Darin too hon. My favorite singer is Ray Charles, whose black. This would never happen 10 years ago though. We got one of them new TVs, watching new game shows and family shows, going to a doctor isn’t as scary no more cuz it means I won’t die of flu. I bet my souped up Buick Roadmaster ragtop can beat your tank in a drag. You know how easy it is to get out of the pad with this new form of air travel? I went ape when I first got in one. You really gotta in the know to take advantage of this. Its no sweat with these new jet engines. You just hop on and nod for a few hours and pile up the Zs. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, no one gets frosted at you and you are in another city. **


 * I’d love to get me one of dem tanks or rag-tops. Your tank is horrible for the environment and its killin trees, but I love em. Rocks would pay for it no sweat. I took my deuce, popped a clutch, and did a wheelie. I made the scene of an off the line. There she was, a radioactive deuce. It really razzed my berries. I saw a greaser and got me frosted and was asking for a knuckle sandwich. He was so grody. I cast an eyeball and the heat was there so the greaser was free. Many owned 2 flip-tops, but I only had nuggets left. I could really use some bread right now. Our pad was in the suburbs. My chariot was cool. **


 * My parents ain’t doing that swell though. Some of the women did have lives outside the confines of suburbia, though, and the number of women working outside the home steadily rose during the decade. By 1960, almost 40% of women with children between ages of 6 and 17 held jobs. My neighborhood has babies popping up from everywhere but there are no jobs for it. Our neighbors can’t find any good jobs since they’re poor. Automation is making jobs disappear to electronic robots. Also, my best friend Jim Bob couldn’t get a job in our neighborhood since he’s black. **


 * music, tv, air travel, medical improvements, cars, suburbs **


 * economy, conforming culture, dissent and critics, women’s role in society **