We did the same thing, but it was usually under the guise of “tornado drill” which was viewed as a more likely occurrence.

I was born in the Chicago area in 1960; the earliest big news story I remember* was Richard Speck murdering eight student nurses in Chicago on July 13, 1966 when I was five years old. This story gave me nightmares all that summer:

Ehh... close enough, Doc.

And if they make an animated version: Dick Dastardly.

And after the payoffs:

If not for Pokémon, Angelica’s version could easily be a new character for Happy Tree Friends.

Well, he’s got me beat by three. Back around 1996 I took my ‘63 Galaxie 500 to the Montgomery Ward auto center in Rosemead, CA for a complete brake job (I had a Wards credit card). Drove it home two miles with no trouble and parked it. A few days afterwards I traded it to a friend; he drove it a mile home OK, but the…

When they start serving food, I’d steer clear of the beef bourguignon:

“Which movie in history do you think has had the most people have sex during?”

Or whoops?

Somebody managed to sneak this comment below an ad in the 1953 Analy High School yearbook:

I’d star you but you’re at 69 right now.

Kids these days. When I was a lad, we used the subtle approach.

It’s usually someone in the family. Right, Jessica?

Base model per the VIN (although it has Custom emblems). Still had a/c, velour seats, AM radio (swapped out for AM/FM), tilt wheel and full wheel covers (swapped out for sport wheels from a Regal). It had 48k on it when I got it in 2002; now it has just over 60k.

I recall the improved V6 was a midyear switch in 1978 (March, IIRC?). Luckily my V6 LeSabre was built in May:

Ugh. It isn’t just theft, though. Reminds me of way back in the ‘90s going to the L.A. Auto show and looking at a car (Mitsubishi Colt IIRC), coming back an hour or so later and finding both front seats slashed.