I was a concert promoter for a couple of years. My job was to drive around Kentucky and staple posters to telephone poles. Which is illegal. That was pretty weird.
Me, too! I loved that clock. One day it disappeared and I was so sad, but I assumed my brother broke it (a common occurrence) and never asked my parents. Years later, after our house burned and I thought my entire childhood was gone, I found out my folks had donated it to the church nursery, and it was still there -and working!
Maybe not, since the cat has been riding for years. Most of the people who ride the line are regulars, so if anyone were severely allergic, they should have heard about it by now.
Honestly, I believe this has always been a fantasy of young people. Back when I thought I'd grow up to be a novelist, I wrote a long story about a group of teens, led by a girl protagonist (me) saving the world from the incompetent government (based on Nixon) that buckled when we were invaded by the Soviet Union. I knew at the time it was silly, unbelievable, and would never be considered for publishing.
Then I saw Red Dawn and War Games in the '80s, and thought, "They really went and did it."
Then I saw Red Dawn and War Games in the '80s, and thought, "They really went and did it."