And the Terpster was hawking cheeseburgers, fish, french fries, fried chicken and roast beef from behind a stainless steel counter in front of a spherical glass bowl full of uncarbonated Orange Crush (often fermented) recirculating through a plastic three tier fountain.
Driving a huge, dilapidated '67 Ford LTD to haunted houses (tell me people don't change!), and plotting his escape from the small Kentucky city where he was born and raised.
Even then, his career interests were much the same as now....the restaurant industry, marketing, planning, writing, and interpreting. It was a very different world, then, though. A 20 minute state to state direct dialed weekend long distance call was promoted by Bell Telephone as $3 or less.
Operators were still common, and many people placed person to person calls (you didnt pay unless the operator reached the person you asked for, you didnt even have to have the phone number) and asked for a fake name. The operator would ask for that person, and, say, your parents would then know you made it back to college safely. If they slipped up and accepted the call, the charge was huge, with a three minute minimum, typically $4 or so. (minimum wage was $1.60).
911 didn't exist. In an emergency, you just dialed the Operator.
Most gas was sold at full service gas stations, nearly all of which had lube and light repair service. A full tank often got you a glass or plate or bowl.
Fast food included fresh cut fries (although McDonalds was switching to frozen), slaw made in the store, and very little pre-prepared items. Orders were taken on a pad with a pencil, manually added, only the total rung on the register, and orally called out to the kitchen. Cameras to observe employees were big, expensive and rare. Employee theft was far more common.
Driving was actually probably far more expensive than now. Yes, gas was 36.9 cents a gallon, but cars broke down frequently, flat tires were very common, tune-ups were required far more often, carburetors required far more maintenance and spark plugs fouled quickly on the leaded gas then used. Premium fuel was called Ethyl, from the company that made most of the lead additive.
The Racer was the biggest roller coaster I had ever seen, and I thought I'd never see one larger. Kings Island was brand new, no one knew its future. It was owned by a broadcasting company that many saw as on a par with Disney in many ways. The park was a gleaming showplace, and the entire region was very proud of it. It was a family attraction, with a balance of incredible entertainment produced at a near Broadway level, exquisite carefully prepared food, lush landscaping and oh, yes, rides--some themed but many not.
It was a different time, it was a simpler time.
And 40 years from now, someone will say the same of now.
The circle of life continues. My parents took me to Kings Island because they knew how strongly I was attracted to it and they wanted to enjoy a family experience. Today, thrills connect.