Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can make someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

Come back with me:

Come back with me:

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Sing a song, sing out loud, sing out strong.

Sing a song, sing out loud, sing out strong.
Sing of good things, not bad. Sing of happy, not sad. Sing a song, make it simple to last your whole life long. Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing a song.

Have a biere and a pizza. My treat:

Have a biere and a pizza. My treat:

A Persian Cat:

A Persian Cat:
My cousin Mary always had a couple, but they were usually blue-ish gray..

Random fact:

Random fact:
I always wanted to live at a place that had a little garden with a pathway to a pond. Never happened, though. Well, maybe someday...

This was a really popular slogan back in the day..

This was a really popular slogan back in the day..
... although if everyone was honest, they'd have admitted they had no clue what it meant..

Thursday, September 02, 2010

"I'd like a Whopper, a large onion ring, and a pack of Winstons please"...

In the early 70's, smoking was still socially acceptable, and fast food places like Burger King and McDonald's kept a stack of ashtrays (pictured above) on every table so people wouldn't flick their ashes onto the floor. Even though I really miss the decade, I have to say that some aspects of the decade I don't miss at all.

8 comments:

SkylersDad said...

I was always a non smoker, and just couldn't stand all the smoke in restaurants, at work, heck everywhere!

joe said...

My folks smoked like chimneys inside the house. I was always exposed to it so it didn't really bother me too much back then.

Robin@DecoratingTennisGirl said...

We all grew up with it, most of our parents smoked, but I always hated it, especially in the car when it was too cold to roll down the windows! Also, at the dinner table after we ate and the smoke would come down on the food. Yuck!

Amy, Injun Housewife said...

Clearly you never lived in Oklahoma (my birth state) where smoking is still rocking everywhere! Probably because the Injuns are buildiing casinos everywhere and even taking over Burger King's and Subway sandwich shops, and they don't have to follow White Man's laws.
Editor's Note: As a Cherokee Indian, I feel comfortable referring to myself and fellow brethren as "Injuns".

joe said...

Robin: That sounds like torture.

Amy: Are you 100% Cherokee?

blueroc85 said...

Its still like that in Mexico. I didn't know how to act when we went to Cancun in 2008! You can smoke mostly anywhere there...even at the mall!

Anonymous said...

I used to collect those things and put them on my bedroom door. No idea why...

joe said...

I could never find a use for those things

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