I had a bad accident many years ago. Fell asleep and hit a concrete culvert head-on. My '63 car had no seat belts or air bags. I put my head through the windshield, requiring 43 stitches to sew me up. When I went back to my ruined car to retrieve things, I saw that I had bent the steering wheel over, smashed the dashboard with my knees. Amazingly I did not break any bones. I was lucky to survive.
I remember when I cut my finger tips with a hedge clippers and had to have them stitched. The pain killer shots they had to give me between my knuckles was brutal. When I had my heart surgery, they glued me back together. I know, when we think "glue" we think of something like Elmer's. Of course, this was more high tech stuff.
When we lived back in CNY, there was a pizza place that sold a large sheet pizza with 32 decent sized square slices. You could get one half each with different toppings. Was very popular with the kids.
I was in fort Dix NJ for my basic training when Elvis arrived from Germany to muster out. I remember the WACs training near us were all excited to go over the the 2nd Regiment area and see him. I never saw him, but a buddy of mine caught a glimpse of him there.
I married a Canadian lady over 52 years ago. I certainly didn't think of her being any different, although I thought the Canadian women were sharper dressers than their US counterparts at the time. She still is, and she also became an American citizen in 2004.
Now if that isn't an ill informed statement, I don't know what is.