Good Old Days-80's and 90's too
[QUOTE=Gator145;5989876]You make a valid point Lance and it is well taken as to the 80's and 90's. Along with the troubles and the dangers that particular decade had. The 80's was when the Aids virus became a public issue.
For future reference when I refer to the Good 'OL Days I am talking about the 60's and 70's. Fentanyl hadn't even been thought of back then. The addicts were huffing glue and Weldwood cement in paper bags if they couldn't get dope.
Mongers were not being threatened with beatings and getting shot or having their windows busted out by thugs because they tried to avoid trouble. No idiots running up and down the Avenue on garbage dirt bikes making total assholes out of themselves. Most of the thugs remained close to the holes they crawl out of.
Many of the working girls actually did their hair, nails and wore clean clothes. Heels and dresses were the norms. They bathed regularly. They didn't chase cars.
Much more self-respect back then. The girls didn't parade under the El begging to get picked up. They knew who would pick them up. It was a quieter, gentler time. Back then the girls didn't want the general public to be aware they were prostitutes although we did all know. There were no real "Open Air Drug Sales". People got their drugs more low-key. The news wasn't plastered with the drug issue nor were the drugs being sold block after block. It was a lot lower key. The girl, for the most part, wasn't being found dead because some asshole couldn't get off so he kills her.
Mongers had more self-respect back then. They didn't make asses out of themselves if another monger beat them to the girl they wanted. They just went and found another. Mongers back then bathed as opposed to some today. If a girl wasn't as good at the task as the monger was hoping, he still gave her the agreed amount. He didn't try to rip her off and shove her from his car. If a monger picked up a girl he did it on the QT. Today some stumble and fall over each other trying to get a girl because they are so afraid if they don't get this one then all is lost.
When I refer to the Good 'OL Days I wasn't getting shot at. Men weren't being killed and found in their cars with their pants off. Girls weren't getting beat, teeth knocked out, or being set on fire by a lowlife.
That in itself was my point. Of course, I don't know your age or how long you have played on the field, but some of the older guys in the game I think will agree those days were a lot better than what we have today. I can only wish one and all a safe adventure when you are out. Stay alert and always play defense so you play another game. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.[/QUOTE]Great post Gator. The 80's and 90's could also be considered the good old days since the internet and smart phones was not readily available. As such, many civilian non addict girls looking to make a few extra bucks would stroll and they were clean, showered, good hygiene etc. Now those type of girls advertise as escorts and the homeless (no computers), strung out girls with no readily available access to showers or hygiene products stroll. Such is life. I remembered dropping off a few SW's at their apt building or house after the deed was done, and would pick them up sometimes too. Now it appears that 90% or more of the SW's are homeless addicts.
Kensington in the 1980's /90 a
You're right, Gator. Times have changed since the 1980's /90's. I remember taking the EL to the police car repair depot out there near Strawberry Mansion off Lehigh. I liked taking the EL there because I got to walk past the abandoned lot that was Shibe Park / Connie Mac Stadium. The water department didn't care how I got there and, besides, how am I going to drive a retired police car to downtown if I drive a car, there? That would take 2 people. Maybe it was me in a dressed in a shirt and tie, but I don't remember anything back then being like it is now. Maybe they thought I was the popo. That was certainly where I was going.
On the plus side, I was able to pick up a semi-retired police car from the north east. It was still painted PPD and still had it's lights and sirens working. Cool! So, I barrel down I-95 at 100+ mph with the lights on and everybody pulls over. It's nice to have your own highway. I remember getting back to work, and my boss, (redacted), asked me, "How did you get back so fast?" Ah, memories.
This is now 6 months later and I've heard in other threads that Cookie is gone.
[QUOTE=TrinitHugz;6488409]Been sometime now too was wondering the same but thankz for d info.[/QUOTE]What's the real word?