My grandfather treated himself to a new Ford (or Mercury, a dolled-up Ford) every few years. But this was in Wisconsin, where salted roads took their toll on automotive sheet metal. He always had a modest camping trailer and an aluminum fishing boat, the kind you might row or propel with a small...
My maternal grandfather disassembled hogs and cattle at the Oscar Mayer plant in Madison, Wisconsin, the city of my birth. He often worked the kill line.
The “good old days”? Glad they’re in the past, he’d tell you.
I hadn’t known of any of that kind of behavior. People actually do that, eh?
I’ve been here for about 15 years now. Things have changed for the worse in some minor ways and for the better in some larger ways. We rarely any longer see the 1930s and ’40s characterized as some idyllic moment we...
As noted numerous times in other threads, the mention of “vintage” these days conjures images of the 1960s and ’70s.
After all, 1970 was 51 years ago. Most of the population is younger than that. The ’60s were their parents’ and perhaps their grandparents’ era. The 1930s and ’40s are their...
Lessee here, that’s about $4.80 face value, so they’re practically giving ’em away. There must be a significant shipping and handling fee on top of that hundred and one bucks. Gotta be. Can’t see how they could possibly be making money otherwise.
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I’ve often half-watched Sewing with Nancy on PBS, mostly because I admired (and had a mild crush on) Nancy Zieman, the show’s host and namesake.
Ms. Zieman, who passed away late in 2017 at age 64, had Bell’s Palsy, and showed the unmistakable symptom of facial paralysis. She had real...
I’ve known heartache, for sure. I’ve dished out a few servings of it, too. It’s not pleasant.
Regrets? Of course. If I had it all to do over again I’d do it differently. But I don’t, so I can’t.
Still, I am glad to have had the education, even the lessons that stung.
A meme going around...
Just what the hell is “love” anyway?
I suggest it’s a biological imperative. Do we really need to be told why younger, more reproductively viable people fall in love so much more readily than us shriveled-up old cusses do?
It’s jealousy, often, that has older people saying that youngsters...
That’s certainly the well-founded suspicion.
I can just hear the guy at Joe’s Roofing and Gutter saying eff-you to the guy from the production company.
I’ve heard numerous variations on that basic idea. And it might be true, but no more so than the endless repetition of pet words and phrases.
In my experience, that observation is usually made by people looking to silence the swearer by belittling him.
I was raised in a home with a man who rarely uttered a sentence without at least one swear word. But even he didn’t say the F-word.
I don’t recall ever not knowing that I wasn’t allowed to speak that way, although “hell” and “darn” and “crap”were permissible but “damn” and “sh*t” weren’t. If...
You know how on those “reality” home-improvement TV shows they blur out the logos of certain products and contractors and the like? You know, like on house wrap and truck doors and concrete mixers? And not on others?
Product placement, eh?
Oh, and yes, when I drop something heavy on my toes the F-word might be the first thing to cross my lips. Either that, or the name of my Lord and Savior. Or a mashup of the two.
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I’ve read that before, and I’ve also read that that account is looked upon quite skeptically by etymologists.
Although there is agreement that it was once not considered vulgar. It meant something akin to “strike” or “penetrate,” so it takes little imagination to see how it came to mean...
A friend owns a property with a gas station structure on it that dates from the ’60s, I’d guess. It’s a mostly steel building with one concrete block wall. These things weren’t temporary structures, but I doubt the designers thought they’d be around in a hundred years, either.
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