I...I have something in my eye.

So I guess your dad didn't spend much time reading the TV guide. My dad had a weird thing where he spent hours planning out the week's viewing, marking and circling every show he wanted us to watch that week. A habit he carried into his older years. When I was around the same age (whatever age that was) we had about ten channels because I grew up in Pomona, Ca. near LA. One of our favourite hangouts was the local Cal Poly college that had tons of amazing things places to play like the handball courts (kill the man with the ball), abattoirs, a neato cafeteria where the students would give us a dime to buy a hostess cherry pie if we asked nicely, football practice with free homemade gatorade, acres of orange trees with a river running through them, and the paddocks and stalls where they raised champion Arabians. There was one of those old soda machines near there and they kept the refill stock hidden in a stable around the corner. We always helped ourselves to a fanta or two and the old groundskeeper would chase us down and feel our soda bottles to see if they were cold from the machine - or warm from the stable - then run us off yelling after his head off.  Another really cool thing was when we found the rubber stamps that they would mark the cuts of meat with in the slaughterhouse. We stamped BUTT all over each other's foreheads. And always forgot to rub it off before we got home so I'd get in trouble again when my Mom saw it. Good times. 

 Steely_D wrote:

I didn't think Thorazine ever had much of a popular use as a "recreational" drug.  Quaaludes maybe, but that number was 714.  Still, the post is about 15 years old.

Yeah, momentary lapse there. But when I was a kid and they were still using that slogan, we only got 2 channels on the TV, so I don't actually remember the ads, just the 10-2-4 on the bottles. Whereupon I said WTF and someone must have told me. Woops—I feel a story coming on!

This one time? When I was in third grade or fourth, I used to hang out after school at the drugstore where my mom was a pharmacist? Yeah. And the old pop machine was really old and if you pulled on the bottles just so (took a lot of practice—I only ever got it to work maybe three times) and put your finger in and pushed up on the mechanism in there (Just what the Sam Hill are we talking about here?), well you could get a free pop. And save, like, 15¢? Yeah. So this one time? I ambled back there and put a couple nickels or pennies in and hit the coin return (so it'd look like I actually paid) and did the little free-pop trick, casually popped the cap and sauntered toward the front of the store. I tipped the pop back and took a big swig and a oily, rusty old soda-pop-corroded bottle-cleaning brush from the Pepsi plant lodged itself in my throat and I spewed nasty Dr. Pepper all over the Hallmarks.

Didn't drink a Dr. Pepper for a long time after that.

Still, the concept of Karma would be lost on me for at least another decade or so...

I don't find this information anywhere. Is it correct?

624 was not a number associated with LSD, but with the drug Thorazine

Yeah, momentary lapse there. But when I was a kid and they were still using that slogan, we only got 2 channels on the TV, so I don't actually remember the ads, just the 10-2-4 on the bottles. Whereupon I said WTF and someone must have told me. Woops—I feel a story coming on! This one time? When I was in third grade or fourth, I used to hang out after school at the drugstore where my mom was a pharmacist? Yeah. And the old pop machine was really old and if you pulled on the bottles just so (took a lot of practice—I only ever got it to work maybe three times) and put your finger in and pushed up on the mechanism in there (Just what the Sam Hill are we talking about here?), well you could get a free pop. And save, like, 15¢? Yeah. So this one time? I ambled back there and put a couple nickels or pennies in and hit the coin return (so it'd look like I actually paid) and did the little free-pop trick, casually popped the cap and sauntered toward the front of the store. I tipped the pop back and took a big swig and a oily, rusty old soda-pop-corroded bottle-cleaning brush from the Pepsi plant lodged itself in my throat and I spewed nasty Dr. Pepper all over the Hallmarks. Didn't drink a Dr. Pepper for a long time after that. Still, the concept of Karma would be lost on me for at least another decade or so...

I still think the time answer is correct.