My good ol' days, too

Debby E is reminiscing about the Good Ol' Days.

I'd like to add a personal one of my own: We drove snowmobiles down the middle of the street, with or without a helmet, and as long as we weren't acting like asses, the police didn't care. In fact, we did it with the local policemen and their sons.

That's life in the Great White North.