Category: nostalgia
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Evening At Home
Stumbled on this little gem, brewing in the depths of my “drafts” folder, one of 119 forgotten or half-realized old posts. You deserve to read it. It deserves to be read Watching Wonder Woman with my wife–stir fry & folding TV trays in the living room. Her: (dismissively) I’m not fully buying Remus Lupin as…
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Look At Me, I’m Sandra Dee
Well, it was a different trailer. Different era. Different girl. Still…it broke my heart the day I came home and it was gone–mom sold it for $250. Jeez, mom.
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Iconic Cars of My Youth
I’ve been saving this one for a really desperate day By now you’ve probably figured out how I get these “themes” in my head in which one post leads to another post and that post is too big so I split in two? A few months ago posted about Burt Reynolds selling the last of…
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Another Yellowstone Tourist Thumped By Bison? Go Figure.
I spent a few summers working in the tourist industry in Wyoming a few centuries ago, and I’m looking forward to taking my kids there to see the sights and meet some of my great co-workers for a reunion this summer. It’s good to see some things haven’t changed–like killer nachos and tourists doing really,…
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Tunesday : 1988 Cowboy Junkies
In one magnificent moment, the time it took for a needle to drop on a vinyl disk, everything I thought about music changed. I was a big admirer of the Velvet Underground, and for a while spent a lot of time arguing with people–often strangers at parties–that the Velvets were bigger and more important than…
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Tunesday: 1988 Revolution Music–N.W.A.
I’ve gone full cliche, recently dropping the “music didn’t used to suck” on one of my kids the other day, after seeing some lame-ass pseudo-country kiddie pop band on the teevee, a wretched clump of excrement called Florida Georgia Line. We got a good laugh at these bozos, but oh, man…before I knew it I…
Old Road Apples 