Monty, I was a teenager during that time, too. When I was dating my sweetheart, who is now my wife of 47 years, bell bottom britches were the rage. Her family had a big German Shepherd named Max. Max tolerated me, but didn't really like me coming around all that much. One afternoon I drove up to her house in my '69 Camaro SS. I got out and started to the door in my new bell bottoms, which flapped and popped when I walked. Max did not care for this at all, and "treed" me forthwith, with teeth popping and fangs bared. After my visit with her, I arranged for her to walk with me back to my car...................and I walked slowly. Max watched with much consternation.
That was the end of me and bell bottoms.
SRH
