Sometime around '74 we got a set, which ironically is the year the above was taken (for the record I have no idea who that is. It's not my pic, I found it in a random image search, but it was dated). A childhood friend also got one that same year. These always ended up in people's basements, which I guess would be natural because they just don't seem to belong in a living room. We never really played it much because I hated it; I didn't like the game because I always lost - I really sucked at air hockey.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Above is from the very last episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Mary decided to end the show while it was still doing well in the ratings; however, the show's premise was beginning to get a little out-dated, and a woman making it on her own was less of a novelty than it was in 1970 when the show first aired, and women's lib wasn't quite as cosmopolitan. I think Mary's timing was pretty good, the show couldn't have stayed on top forever. Even today the show holds up pretty well. For sitcoms it was truly a masterpiece. There will never be another like it. It will always be one of my all-time faves. I really miss these guys.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Bananas was a magazine that was for sale through Scholastic at school, during the time Dynamite was offered. It was basically for the older kids, while Dynamite was geared toward the younger kids. I was strictly a Dynamite fan, and by the time I had outgrown Dynamite I was basically over the whole concept of both magazines. I did purchase one Bananas mag back in the day: it wasn't the above, but it was the issue that featured Bo Derek. I was hoping there'd be a couple of shots of Bo in the wet, white dress where you could see her nipples, but there wasn't a nipple shot in the whole book.... not even a poster or anything. I don't think there was a puzzle page. No fun stuff at all. I was severely disappointed, to say the least.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
"And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you that I'm tired of castles in the air. I've got a dream I want the world to share; in castle walls just leave me to despair. Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky - a dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die. I'm asking you to say my last goodbye. The love we knew ain't worth another try. Save me from all the trouble and the pain, I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again. Tell her the reasons why I can't remain - perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain. Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight in the morning, in the hills far away from strife. I need a country woman for my wife. For I cannot be part of her "cocktail generation partner's waltz", devoid of all romance - the music plays and everyone must dance; I'm bowing out, I need a second chance."
Saturday, May 19, 2012
When I heard "Bad Girls" for the first time, I was 11 years old. I had no idea she was singing about prostitutes. I thought she was singing about a bunch of girls who were staying out late past their bedtimes without their parents' permission. And for the life of me I couldn't figure out why they were asking strange men for money; although if I'd seen the album cover at the time I probably would've figured it out..
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
In the late '80s, a friend and I were staying at The Majestic Hotel in Miami's art deco district. I had my dog with me at the time, and it was one of the few places that allowed dogs. One Sunday morning, at around 4:30 am, my dog had to go out. We walked quietly down the hall so we wouldn't wake anyone up. We noticed there was a back exit door, so we decided to go out the back way so we wouldn't disturb too many people since it was so early. What we didn't realize (until we opened the door), that it was the fire exit, and as soon as the door was opened the fire alarms went off in the whole building. Woke everyone up. On a Sunday morning. At 4:30 am. Everyone was yelling at us out the windows many things I can't repeat on this post. Let's just say they didn't see the humor of it all at the time..
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Back in the day, when we'd visit my grandparents in Chatham Massachusetts, there was always one night that we'd go and get ice cream at the local Dairy Queen, then they'd take us kids to the trampolines in Harwich. I believe it was in the summer of '76 when my cousin Dee Dee and I were there. I was in line before Dee Dee so I got to go first while she had to wait for an available trampoline. I was jumping on the trampoline next to the one with the arrow, and the guy on that trampoline with the arrow was a guy in his 20s with a long ponytail and a beard, and he was doing flips (I think he was pretty stoned). Back then there was no blue cover padding the edges and the springs were exposed. He did one final flip and mis-judged his landing, and landed face first on the springs and the concrete edging and got knocked out. They had to take him away in an ambulance. He got hurt pretty bad, he probably broke his nose and fractured his face. He bled so much that most of the trampoline was soaked in blood. After they took him away, the attendants just sprinkled some powder on it, and since that was the next available trampoline my cousin Dee Dee had to use it. Sucked to be her.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
In the mid '70s, just after mom and dad split up, mom took myself and a friend of mine for the weekend to my grandparents' house in Chatham Massachusetts. At the end of their road was a cove, and mom took us there so my friend and I could fly our Gayla kites. My kite landed in a clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above), so mom went into the weeds to retrieve my kite. But what none of us realized was that clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above) just happened to be poison ivy. She was covered in rashes and she had to spend the rest of the weekend soaking in a tub of calomine (sp?) lotion, while my friend and I enjoyed the remainder of our stay. Yes, we had a great weekend - just too bad that mom couldn't enjoy it with us. I don't even think I thanked her for getting my kite. I was such a rotten son..
Monday, May 07, 2012
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Saturday, May 05, 2012
In the latter part of the decade, everyone was saying how great eggs and beer was for your hair. So, in the summer of '78 (could've been '79), I was home alone and had nothing to do. I got an egg and a beer out of the fridge, mixed them together and washed my hair with it. While everybody said how great it was for your hair, nobody ever mentioned how disgusting it was. It was nasty. I almost gagged. The smell was beyond foul. I never did it again..
Apparantly, in 1965, McDonald's published the above book: "Let's Eat Out". I had no idea of its existance until yesterday, when I was doing an image search for old McDonald's ads. I've searched for McDonald's ads for years and never found the above untiI last night, and all of a sudden there were hundreds of pics. I love the artwork. I remember when eating at McDonald's was a novelty, and it was really cheap as well. You could by a hamburger fries and a coke for under a buck.