My God Mike,,, our nuns were worse then lobsters on your piano.. So you being little Johnny, means you know all about black golf balls right? Seeing how you are the original concept of the book of little Johnny stories! I assume you do..
Monkey bars,,, funny,, not socially acceptable today. Short nun,,, to descriptive and not acceptable. but I like it....!!! I hated the Nuns... Who did they think they were! I also played on the Monkey bars.... Until your tie wrapped around the bar,, then you are done or in trouble... They were not clip on ties!
Our DQ was a small little booth basically that had soft serve ice cream and shakes... no more no less,, they also had the hot different colored things you dipped the ice cream in and it froze on your cone.. That's all we had.
If mom knew then about getting us high on chocolate she would have!!! She didn't......... nought said....
Yep.
Mom said she should have named me "
Little Johnny", because I was always getting in trouble.
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If I was missing in a class, the teacher knew I was either on the Monkey Bars or in the Principles Office.

The short Nun we had for a Principle was as mean as a Badger in a Hornet's Nest. Mom had to keep an opening in her schedule, 'cause she figured she'd have to come get me at school for some kind of nonsense.

When she'd pick me up, she'd stop a the Dairy Queen to buy me a large chocolate shake. She wanted to keep me hyped up to play outside when we got home, so I'd stay out of her hair.
I miss those days.