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GOOD OLE’ DAYS SCRAPBOOK

Hey Doc,

How have you been? I just wanted to let you know that we’ve been spending a lot of time back in the early 20th Century. I know you’re not surprised. I know we talk often about how it’s our favorite period to spend time in. You and Clara have the Old West, we have Knotts Berry, Farm in the 1920s.

You know we love taking Road Trips. Two weeks putt-putting on America’s old two lane roads, some of which are paved with bricks, criss-crossing the continent. Sounds like heaven to me. I know when we get back to see you again, it’s gonna seem like we’ve only been gone a minute but, I wanted to write you just to tell you the things we’ve been getting up too these last few years that Jennifer and I have spent together in the past.

We’ve spend a lot of time in California of course. Gondola rides in Venice Beach, bathhouses in Santa Cruz. We saw the HollywoodLAND sign and the construction of the Golden Gate Bridge. We also checked out the brand new zoo in San Diego.

Jennifer and I loved watching new movies at the cinema at the Navy Pier in Chicago, gambling at the casinos in Las Vegas, or watching the new Hoover Dam get built. We skiied in North Conway, snorkeled with mermaids in Weeki Wachi, and played Roque at the Overlook Hotel in Sidewinder, Colorado.

But before World War II, New York was the most fun. Grand Central Station and the Empire State Building were brand new. We went to Radio City Music Hall and the new Museum of Modern Art. We took in games at Ebbets Field in Brooklyn, and watched the billboards go up in Times Square.

But most of all we loved Coney Island, spending hours at Dreamland. We enjoyed a good Nathans Hot Dog and a Root Beer Float after riding the carnival rides all day. Things back then just tasted better, I don’t know how to explain.

Most of all we took advantage of having unlimited time, as well as the benefits of the anti-aging serums we picked up from you in the future, to maximize time together. I can’t wait to get back to the Good Ole’ Days once again. I’m trying to convince Jennifer to retire together in a cabin in the Poconos, maybe 1934ish. Some time around then…Anyway, I’ll see you soon.

Your friend in Time.

Marty McFly

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