Candice Bergen, born 1946, comes to mind, and a lovely mental image it is. I’ve never heard her called Candie, though. (And yes, she’s Edgar Bergen’s daughter.)
The lovely missus and I have a friend named Candie. I don’t believe it’s a nickname. She’s only 48 or so.
But yes, Trenchfriend...
Whether I had to “earn a living with it” or not wouldn’t have changed my preferring to be moving around —pumping gas, cleaning windshields, etc. — over being penned up in that booth.
I’ve been paying into Social Security since age 13. In my last couple years of high school I worked the...
In my teens I worked for a fellow who owned a full-service Texaco station and an entirely self-service Gull (not Gulf) station, which was a novelty at the time. I much preferred working at the Texaco, pumping gas and checking oil and washing windshields. It beat the hell out of hours on end...
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”Hoodsie Cups,” I take it, is a regional thing. But if it’s what I think it is, a single serving of ice cream in a paper cup with a wooden spoon, essentially the same thing was available everywhere I lived in my childhood, and I assume it still is.
I had Zippos back when I smoked and I may still have one or two in a box somewhere around here.
The problem I had with them was the occasional chemical burn I would get on my upper thigh, seeing how I put the lighter in the right front pants pocket and how I sometimes overfilled it and how I’m...
I have LOTS of vintage clothes I can’t wear because I no longer fit into them. I haven’t given up on believing I’ll drop enough weight to get into them again, so I keep ‘em. And seeing how that’s something of an aspiration, I hesitate to buy much other than “everyday” duds to fit me now.
It...
I’ve been reading “The Grapes of Wrath.”
It may have been required reading back in junior high, but if it was I have no recollection of it. But I’m getting old and my memory bones are getting kinda weak.
As with “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” I question the wisdom of assigning this book...
Hitchhiking.
It hasn’t disappeared entirely, but I rarely see hitchhikers anymore.
I hitched quite a bit in my late teens and well into my 20s, on trips of a mile or so to 3,000 miles or more. And that wasn’t at all unusual back then, not among the people I knew, at any rate. I doubt that’s...
There weren’t any French speakers in my little world when that tune was a hit. I got the sense in my early adolescent brain that it was kinda erotic, but mostly it was just a pretty tune. And breathy.
As would I.
I had long held such an enterprise among my options should I have found myself in need of another way to turn a buck.
I’m a bit too broken down for it now, though. Just ain’t got the strength anymore, nor the stamina.
As to the market for used/vintage furniture and housewares and such, it’s all about location. And timing.
I’m not in the business, but I’m acquainted with people who are, so this info comes my way. Styles and periods that were in the doldrums a few years ago are fetching much larger prices now...
It’s been a while since I lived there, but it used to be and perhaps still is that you could buy fish directly from the commercial fishers (no gender specificity) at Fishermen’s Terminal in Seattle.
As to tuna …
I was well into my adulthood before I had tuna that didn’t come out of a little...
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