My gastrointestinal tract was essentially without limits on capacity when I was of an age when grownups pulled that “you’ll ruin your dinner” stuff on me. When I was in my teens I’d have two or three sandwiches after school (this was maybe three hours after lunch) to hold me over until dinner.
It ain’t neon, but I admit to liking the look of backlit plastic signs. I once lived near a large ’60s(?) built retail center — several acres of parking and maybe half a dozen separate structures each with three or four or five stores. I was quite taken with it visually, especially right at...
I just read (and verified) that this place is listed for sale — $224,900. If I lived near Bedford County, Pennsylvania, I’d at least check it out.
A dozen freestanding cabins plus a separate house. Looks to be in turn-key condition. If it were within a hundred miles of here, you’d have to add a...
“Putting on the dog” is (was) similar but not quite the same. Not formal wear, but showy, maybe even flashy, attire.
I got the sense it was mildly pejorative, that the person so attired was seen as a tad on the foppish side.
Yup. And wedding anniversaries and spouses’ birthdays and …
The lovely missus had a lovely bunch of tulips delivered to me on our anniversary last month. They lasted, like, five or six days.
The Persian guys I knew, and know, are as varied as people of any other ethnicity. They’re physicians and accountants and construction workers and bus drivers. And while it’s true that *some* of those fellows caroused in their early adult years, I found them no likelier to do so than young guys...
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I started going bald in my late teens. By my mid-20s I was shiny on top. What remains of the hair on my scalp is thin. Whenever my hair gets to a length that I might consider using a comb, I just cut it all off with my Wahl home barbering clippers. I don’t shave it, though. I know guys who...
The hair atop my head, what’s left of it, is mostly a dingy gray color, as are my whiskers. I’ve been bearded, but I doubt I ever will be again. My beard is thick, downright luxuriant, but where once there were red and brown whiskers there is now hair the color of wood ashes. And I’m...
Circumstances have me knowing many people (men, almost entirely) born in Iran but living here in the States. They cut out of the old country around the time of the revolution, and that’s four decades ago now. They were young men then, and now as people of retirement age I suspect they aren’t...
Lotsa old clothes; a fair amount of old paper ephemera; lotsa “oriental” (a term overdue for replacement) rugs; at least a hundred hats (the one category in which I can honestly claim some level of expertise); vintage commercial art and signage; books; old radios and other audio gear (the appeal...
By the way, there’s a FB group devoted to the streamline moderne era in Los Angeles. Posts there sometimes venture well beyond LA, but that’s the focus.
I’ve been anticipating the death of the laundromat for quite some time now, figuring the near ubiquity of in-unit compact washer/dryer combos in apartments these days would render it obsolete.
But nope, here I am at a wash house about a mile from home, one of three within about a mile radius...
I’d been on the habit of buying the cheap store brand twin-blade razors, the blue plastic ones that come in the 8-pack on the bottom shelf, by the Barbasol.
But then I made the mistake of buying the three-blade ones and now I’m pretty well ruined for the low-cost option. The triples really are...
I wouldn’t be surprised to find at the bottom of a cardboard box or plastic bin in my linen closet a crumbling styptic pencil. Last one I remember having was in a plastic tube.
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