|Hanging out at the dive shop.|
Around 1982, my dad would take me to his friend's scuba diving shop every Saturday morning. Dad was tight with the owner -- a jolly, Irish white-haired man everyone loved. He would let me have anything I wanted. The shop sold Lance brand snacks. I remember munching on endless packages of peanut butter sandwich crackers and playing hours of free arcade games while dad would sip coffee and talk shop with his dive buddies.
A big fan of E.T., I created a poster of E.T. wearing a scuba mask and tank which the dive shop owner loved. He hung my poster up and left it there for as long as I can remember. Those were good times -- innocent, happy times spent hanging with my dad while mom was busy cleaning and food shopping. It's funny how free arcade games and snacks were all it took to keep a kid content back then.