It's March 27, 1981, and Stan sends a postcard to his pal Ted from the Bethesda Memorial Hospital in Boynton Beach, Florida:
Had slight heart attack have been here for a week. After release from intensive care today, one week under observation & one week under Florida sun will be home on 4/10. Am woosey—doopey—tired but am now 187 lbs. B.P. 120/73. Have to go on strict diet. No sausage, ham, franks, salt, fats. Will go on period of exercise on release. ~Stan
Well, his blood pressure beats mine. Hope you're still around and ordering soup, Stan!
As a long-time collector of vintage postcards of motels, I was very happy to get several circa 1960 cards from the once-glorious Royal Manor Motel in Carlsbad, NM, when I checked in last night. When I awoke this morning, I tried to line up the same shot of the motel as that on the postcard in order to demonstrate the sad decline of this place. So here are, respectively, the original 1960 postcard (with pool inset), and how it all looks as of 12-28-07. P.S., the bathroom light cover fell to the floor twice last night as I slept, waking me in a panic. You'll note that the greatest loss in the intervening decades is that of the original signage.
So, I was at the Goodwill and was thinking about buying some cheap old LPs to make them into bowls when I came across this one by the Long Evangelistic Team, titled "We've Gotta Keep On Movin'". It was the cover, of course, that appealed to me. I googled them and looked them up on eBay, and all I can find is an identical copy being sold for $500.00 on eBay. Which I think might be ridiculous. That said, if anybody wants this record, I'll sell it for less than $500.00.
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Pictured above is a fellow named Christopher Goodwin. I noticed recently that many people are coming to my site using the search "Christopher Goodwin pedophile". I'm happy to tell you that I am not him. Very happy. I've used the word 'pedophile' on this site referring to dear old insufferable Chris Hansen of MSNBC. Anyhow, for those of you in or near Toronto, here's the scoop.
Rarely have I ever felt the power of those three words as when I found this clip from, of all places, Alan Thicke's show "Miracle Pets". It is the videotaped tale of a stray kitten that is cared for, over many months, by a crow. A crow! They are completely adorable, as is the elderly couple who discovered them. Thanks to CuteOverload for posting it.
In this case, the cat was my Mercury Cougar, but still... You never know what you might find set upon the road. It actually took several FWD and RVS gear changes to bring this the 3 blocks home, to get it just right under the bumper. Good old Russian thistle, tumblin' tumbleweed.
Such a terrific name so rarely heard these days. I imagine that Madge from the Palmolive commercials (R.I.P.) had an even larger portfolio. This letter excerpt was found on P St., NW, in Washington, DC.
From a 1984 issue of Reader's Digest comes this little advertorial. I remember when I was 18 and, having smoked for 3 years, thought it wise to buy some Topol, a competing smokers' toothpaste brand. Of course, it never did the job. Now I just soak the ol' dentures.... Incidentally, it seems that Clinomint is only available outside the US now.
Geez, in 1837 you could buy 24.5 pounds of wool for only $1.23. Can't remember where I found this satisfyingly patinaed and faded old entry, but it was in my Large Chest of Trashball Source Material, so it meets my criteria. Love the handwriting.
Hey Romney. I know you gave what was billed as the most important political speech on religion in the political arena since Kennedy's in 1960. Guess what? You failed to mention us secular people. Naturally we bristle when you tell us that "Americans acknowledge that liberty is a gift of God," (I'm American, and I acknowledge no such thing) or when you say that "freedom requires religion". One thing I know: freedom does not require a President Romney.
Some stuff I found last month while waiting for my brother's delayed flight at the Sacramento airport. James Belushi baggage claim tickets and an old stamp. John Belushi would've been more intriguing.
My car has no CD player, just a tape deck. So I recently started scanning the cassettes at thrift stores. Usually it's a lot of Bolton and Dion and Garth Brooks and Christmas schmaltz, but every so often something good turns up, like this 25-year-old copy of The Sky's Gone Out by Bauhaus (for which I paid 75 cents). The cassette appears to have been played hundreds of times and is stained and yellowed like my teeth (but I'm working on that). Still, it plays beautifully.