Carbon paper, typewriters and typewriter ribbons: Do you remember?

I remember carbon paper, typewriters and typewriter ribbons.

I remember four-digit phone numbers and dial phones.

I remember the Fonz and Archie Bunker.I remember when LBJ meant the President (Lyndon B Johnson) and not a basketball player (LeBron James).I remember the California Raisins, Louis the Lizard and the Budweiser Frogs.I remember pin curls, home perms, garter belts and push-up bras.I remember Dick and Pat, Jack and Jackie, Ronnie and Nancy, Jimmy and Roslyn, Bonnie and Clyde, Steve McQueen and Ali McGraw, Liz and Dick, Ken and Barbie.I remember when you had to get up and cross the room to change the channel.I remember gas station attendants, newsstands and soda fountains.I remember consciousness raising, est and transcendental meditation.I remember Bullitt, The Godfather, and The French Connection.I remember Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd and Marvin Gaye.I remember Sergeant Pepper, Tricky Dick and Flower Power.I remember the Bouffant, the Beehive, the Shag, the D.A, The Wet Look, The Dry Look and Greasy Kid Stuff. I remember Joy, "the most expensive perfume in the world" and  "Modess...because"I remember Pan Am and TWA.I remember disco and Donna Summer, hula hoops and Rubik's cubes.

I remember lots but I can't remember:What I had for dinner last night.Where I put my glassesWhy I went into the kitchen and what I was going to do thereWhy I clicked on Google and what I wanted to look up (Thanks to Anne R. Allen for this one!) 
If you remember what I remember, you might enjoy the amazing and awesome adventures of no-BS Blake Weston and ex-cop Ralph Marino as they navigate their way through the past, face the future and solve a murder. Who says sixty isn't sexy?

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