Month: November 2019

Retro Mailman sorting letters
Posted in Back in My Day

OH. Those Christmas cards.

When I was a kid, I sold Christmas cards door to door, from a sample catalog. They were beautiful cards, with all manner of sparkly…

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Old Ipana ad
Posted in Flotsam Observations

Bring it back! #112719

Seems like every day I find that something is better the way it used to be. Case in point, Ipana squeeze bottle toothpaste. Toothpaste tubes…

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Girl dreaming of a Christmas sweater
Posted in The Advertising

Santa is in a minefield

I never know what to get my wife for Christmas. They are pushing those fancy Pelotin exercise bikes on TV as a gift, with some…

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Posted in Observations

Professional farts

We used to own a novelty store. One day I was searching for wholesale remote control fart machines (Think whoopie cushions but electronic). There is…

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Cash Grass or Ass sticker
Posted in Back in My Day Flotsam

Cash, Grass, or…

I had a sticker on my dashboard years ago, the one that says “CASH GRASS or ASS*. Nobody rides for free.” Usually, my friend Mario…

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Posted in Back in My Day

Grandma’s soap saver

I was listening to the Larry Miller podcast, he was going on about saving soap slivers in the shower, somehow mushing them together to form…

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Schoolyard Fistfight
Posted in Back in My Day

OK bloomers

Here’s what the next moron that says “OK Boomer” needs. And your mother says you can do your own laundry from now on.

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Ripple shoe ad
Posted in Back in My Day The Advertising

Wait until the other shoe drops

These “Ripple” shoes probably were fun and different to wear, and maybe changed a person’s gait in a positive way. Years later, say 1970 something,…

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Old Headache Powder envelope
Posted in The Advertising

MY BRAIN HURTS

I guess when your head hurts so bad that you can’t even stand the sight of a trademark stamp, you don’t care about side effects,…

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Soldier of Fortune Matinee ad
Posted in The Advertising

Soldiers of Soda

Back in the day, apparently you could get into the Saturday Matinee for what? A dollar? Thirty-Five cents? Nope! Just six 7-up bottle caps! You…

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