tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569227090224121442.post6964216445983327003..comments2023-06-07T10:30:55.702-04:00Comments on Fisheye Lens: At the Van-InFisheye Lenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02837492820334722869noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569227090224121442.post-30859015650848664442010-05-06T19:02:21.252-04:002010-05-06T19:02:21.252-04:00Very good. I'm older than you, so my childhood...Very good. I'm older than you, so my childhood was probably only slightly more innocent. For instance, I didn't see my first set of women's jugerrnauts till I was twelve!! My friend's dad was an inveterate Playboy magazine collector. We and his little brother laid out all these centerfolds on a gagarge floor when his old man and mom were out of town. What an experience!! And those were the days when the crown jewels were covered up!! (A qualifier: I did see National Geographic magazine native women's bossoms all the way back to when I was 7 years old. But for some reason, they don't seem to count for much in these kinds recollections. Maybe you had to be a child of the sixties)The Square Cornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10942354729937177275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569227090224121442.post-83761703492060346062010-05-06T18:47:07.170-04:002010-05-06T18:47:07.170-04:00The hoods would be on main street - nice - a beau...The hoods would be on main street - nice - a beautiful time indeed.Brother Olliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07506492407482879487noreply@blogger.com