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There’s something to be said for that, although it’s a far easier sell for someone like me, who is well past the age of conscription.
It might go a long way toward getting us out of our respective “silos.” It might be where stereotypes go to die, or at least get weakened.
During my high school years the family across the street had a wood- and coal-burning furnace.
In later years (but none recently) my since-deceased brother heated his 1908-built house primarily with a wood- and coal-burning Godin stove. But the soft, fast-burning coal out that way left a...
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You’d want a steel can for such purposes. And for oily rags.
Friends and relatives worked as garbage men going back 50 years and more ago, when we were all still young and capable of doing what garbage men had to do back then, before the wheeled plastic bin became the standard, which...
I have a few pieces of vintage luggage — a couple of trunks, suitcases, a skate case, etc. They look cool and they serve practical functions — as a console table behind a couch, a coffee table, a TV stand, and storage of bedding and periodicals and whatnot.
But for actual use while on the road...
My mom found a cut-rate dentist in some small town a half hour drive or more away from our home in Madison. (Dental insurance? Never heard of such a thing.)
A sign on the wall in the waiting room read “Painless Dentist Upstairs,” with a hand with the index finger pointing upwards.
It was a...
We have threads here devoted to vintage things that have disappeared in our lifetime, vintage things that haven’t disappeared in our lifetime, and vintage things that reappeared in our lifetime. But how about those everyday things we are happy to leave in the past?
While taking the trash down...
I’ve had a couple of ablations. The procedure ain’t exactly a walk in the park, but it’s not all that bad, either, and kind of interesting in its way. It’s certainly uncomfortable, but not worse than most dental procedures. Such is my experience, anyway.
I’ve established a rapport with my...
A fellow I knew going back 30 years or so was happily predicting a time when technology would give us virtual sex partners indistinguishable from actual living, breathing humans.
It would hardly be love-making, I offered, but rather just a more technologically sophisticated form of pornography...
It seemed dodgy to me from the git. Reviews are, um, mixed. At best. I don’t know much about the workings of online commerce but my self-preservation instincts keep me from clicking on Temu.
Another addition to my collection of old license plates.
I just learned that the 6 by 12 inch plate didn’t become the nationwide standard here in God’s Country until 1956. The plate below, dating to 1955, measures about 5-1/4 by 13-1/2 inches. I have a 1928 Kansas plate measuring 5-1/4 by 14-1/2.
Not really trivial …
Blocking intersections. It not only impedes traffic flow, it can also delay emergency response.
And on that note …
Lights and sirens? Get the eff outta the way! Seconds count.
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