Ok, I must have been at Disneyland sometime in 1989 if that was the year Splash opened. First visit every but I don't really remember anything about it other than drunken German relatives who had absolutely no concept of how big this country is (their list for a week included Disneyland, Indians, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, and Willie Nelson).

Certainly didn't make an impression on me as all that great of a place. Visited again in 1992 (same German relatives visiting again) and that likely would have been my last visit ever if it weren't for meeting Lani and eventually making friends creating the park into something more than just a tourist attraction.

Zsa Zsa Gabor was arrested in Beverly Hills for biotch slapping a cop... in 1989

I'm 42 and never heard the term "walk-in" except when referring to a refrigerator at a restaurant.

*blows a kiss* thank you!

Well, perhaps it is the fact that I am the youngest so it doesn't just go to the fact that I am 42 but that I come from a household of people {parents included} up to 40 years older than I am.

Back in the day, the question would be "Is it playing at the walk in or drive in?"

we always called them walk-ins growing up

/shrug

Glove box, what else is it called? I call it that and get 'What?'

Capt Jack, where did you grow up? Is it an area thing? I'm trying to think of some other things that are strange now...

Portable am radios? Rabbit ears? 45s? Are there things as recent as '89 that are gone? Rock videos on MTV? :p

Glove box is the compartment on the right side of your dashboard in front of the passenger seat. Never heard another term for it. So if that is what you're talking about what do the people who say "What?" call it?

And I still have a portable AM radio (for baseball games) and a pair of rabbit ears around here from before we moved and finally broke down for cable.

Rabbit ears! Haha!

I thought I was cute one night and took some tinfoil (normally used to extend the power of the rabbit ears) and shaped it around the skinny poles to look like rabbits ears. Har Har. Mom wasn't amused that the rest of the tinfoil was gone.

Who here was ever stuck holding the antenna when reception was bad. Or does television reception just not ever get bad in California?

It does. I lived in the middle of Oakland, within a couple miles of most of the broadcasting towers and for the seven years we lived without cable we could only get one station (NBC, and poorly) with even very expensive rabbit ears.