I have a photograph, preserved your memories (they're all that's left you):

Goodbye Davy Jones. You will be missed.

Sucked to be me:

One day, in 1975, I opened up a box of Cracker Jacks, only to find that there was no prize inside. I was devastated. Although if that happened today, I'd be alot less devastated since the prizes really suck. It used to be that I'd buy these just for the prize, but there's no way I'd pay a buck for the prizes they offer now. I wouldn't even pay a dime. It's sad, really..

Random:

Probably my most favorite Bugs Bunny cartoon was the one where he spent the night in the vampire's castle. Turns out the vamp's name is actually Count Bloodcount. I found out when I was doing the image search. I seem to remember that by saying either "hocus pocus" or "abracadabra" it would change him into either a vampire or a bat. I laughed hysterically when the count was lifting a large rock in the air to crush Bugs in his bed, Bugs called out "abracadabra" and the count changed into a bat and was crushed under the rock. I watched the Bugs Bunny show all throughout the decade and rarely missed a Saturday, but I haven't really seen them since then. I loved waking up early Saturday mornings to eat cereal and watch cartoons. I thought it would last forever.

Thought for the day:

If you love something, set it free.

If it comes back to you, it's yours.

If it doesn't, it never really was.

The panic button:

This was popular sometime around the mid-'70s. I believe the above is a cereal premium sticker but I'm not sure of the date. Kids were drawing panic buttons on school books, desks, etc. It was never really my "thing", so I'm not surprised it was a fad that didn't return. Although, eventually everything comes back, so who knows.

I was just thinking about..

... balsa wood planes. I think they sold them for a dime back when I was little. I haven't seen one in years. These kept me occupied for hours. I wonder if they still sell them.

Random:

Since it's Saturday morning I thought I'd do an image search for '70s cereal premiums and found the above. It looks to be late '50s / very early '60s. I don't ever recall wanting a pony as a kid. I wonder what the cereal was, probably Wheaties or something.. or maybe it was a commercial during The Lone Ranger or Roy Rogers. Either way I wonder if any kid actually won that horse, although I doubt it.

Good morning, America. How are you?

Riding on The City Of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three conducters and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at Kankanee, rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, freight yards full of old black men, and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America, how are you? Don't you know me, I'm your native son. I'm the train they call The City Of New Orleans. I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Random fact:

There wasn't one record store I walked into back in the mid - late '70s that didn't have the above poster stapled on the wall.

I'm a man of means by no means:

Trailer for sale or rent, room to let 50 cents (no phone, no pool or pets). I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but 2 hours of pushin' brooms buys an eight by twelve 4-bit room. I'm a man of means by no means - king of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train - destination Bangor Maine. Old worn-out suit and shoes (I don't pay no union dues). I smoke old stoagies I have found / short, but not too big around. I'm a man of means - king of the road. I know every engine on every train, all of the children and all of their names. Every handout in every town (and ever lock that ain't locked when no one's around). I'm a man of no means - king of the road.

She better be joking:

High art by Joe:

Drawn sometime around '95. Seems I've always been partial to little red houses. I don't know why.

Random find:

The 1976 Fiat City Car. I'd hate to get in an accident in that thing. Or get in it at all....

Random:

In 1978, I wanted a Subaru Brat. Never happened, though..

I haven't had fish sticks in years:

When I was around 4 or 5, Friday would be "fish stick night" (although to clarify, Friday wasn't officially designated as fish stick night, but when we did have fish sticks they were always on Fridays). I loved fish sticks and ketchup. Mom would make me fish sticks and heat up frozen french fries because dad would bring home fish-and-chips, and while I loved fish sticks I hated fish-and-chips. I never really made much sense as a kid..

It must've been a generational thing:

I love music. I haven't had a television in years, but I've always had a radio, a cassette player, and more recently a CD player. My grandparents, though, never cared for music much. My grandparents on my mother's side never listened to the radio. They had a console stereo, but the only records they had were "The Sound Of Music", a couple of children's albums for when the grandkids stayed over, and a few Christmas records. My grandparents on my father's side didn't even have a stereo. They listened to the radio rather infrequently. All my grandparents preferred the television instead. In fact whenever we visited my grandparents' brothers and sisters, they never listened to music either. It just wasn't their thing, I guess.

The ABC Friday Night Movie:

These were more popular before everyone had cable with movie channels. Sometimes they'd even have "double features". I'm not sure as to the dates of the above. Sometimes mom would make popcorn. Yes it was all very exciting, indeed...