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I'd think that modern digital technology would make the counterfeiter's work easier. If he got his dirty little hands on an original, wouldn't he be able to scan it, and absolutely nail the hand-drawn original typefaces, etc.?
I'm not being disputatious here. I honestly don't know enough...
Yeah, the Sunday drive in the “country” isn’t what it was when I was a kid. It was an inexpensive family outing back then, and for us working-class families on tight budgets, it was a popular form of recreation.
The prices some old signs are fetching these days have brought counterfeiters out of their rat holes.
I have no interest in acquiring reproductions for myself, but I have no real objection to them per se, provided they aren’t presented as the real McCoy. Alas, they ARE being so misrepresented...
In decades past, when southeast Seattle was the low-income district (it’s been thoroughly gentrified since), the side streets got patched with asphalt left over from other projects. The result in many places resembled a mogul run at a ski resort, except in shades of gray and black. Seriously...
Yeah, so good of them to pre-own it for you.
Real estate agents’ property descriptions are even worse, but elaborating on that would be venturing too far afield for this thread, even for me.
Circa 1975 I briefly had a ’54 (I think; maybe it was an early ’55) Chevy panel truck, for which I must’ve paid less than a C note, seeing how I had to put a gas tank in it. I recall buying the beer for the guy who sold it to me, although I can’t recall just exactly what I paid.
One night not...
Perhaps this observation might more fittingly belong in the “You Know You Are Getting Old When” thread, but I’m thinking that I’m among many here who remember when these were just used trucks. Not “classic,” not “vintage,” not “collectible,” just trucks you could buy on the cheap.
Around here a 4WD isn’t all for show. It snows here, and while the various jurisdictions do a bang-up job of keeping the freeways and surface arterials plowed and de-iced, the side streets NEVER get cleared. The police cruisers are mostly Ford Explorers.
But yes, if I were to hazard a guess, it...
Bicyclists who stridently assert their rights to the road and insist that all other road users strictly adhere to the traffic laws and then decide it’s fine that they themselves cross against the lights and go lickety-split on sidewalks, etc., well, they’re annoying at best. That’s certainly not...
I’ll take the discount because, well, why wouldn’t I?
But why should I pay less than that younger person over there with less scratch than I have? Just on account of having lived longer? Or is the thinking that I’ve toiled for lo those many years and for that reason I deserve it? Or is it that...
If you’re over 25 and under 65, most people won’t cut you much slack on account of age. You’re old enough to know better and not yet so old that you forgot how to be.
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In my high school years I worked at a couple of gas stations owned by the same fellow — a full-service Texaco in the South Park district, and an entirely self-serve Gull (not Gulf) in the Georgetown district.
At the latter I sat in a glass booth, maybe 5 by 12 feet total, including the...
The southern half of the blue room. I wasn’t aiming for a period piece here. There’s a decidedly “mod” piece or two in this image and more outside the camera’s view. But overall it kinda evokes a “Golden Era” vibe.
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I went through a vintage British sports car phase, and I’m too often tempted to fall back into it.
A conversation with an old friend (a “car guy,” a one-time body-and-fender man, a stock-car racer, etc.) a couple weeks ago touched on the cool cars we used to own. I told him what a decent...
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I’ve been keeping an eye out for a vintage “COLOR TV” sign similar to that one, but not painted on a brick wall, of course. I’m thinking more like a ’60s vintage one from a motel.
I must be in plentiful if not necessarily good company, judging by the prices those signs are fetching...
It may be my ignorance talking here, but I have very limited faith in “the cloud,” where, I am assured, my photos and music and such is all safely harbored, should my “devices” go pffftt, as they almost certainly will.
I got 78s, and 45s, and LPs, and cassettes, and CDs. I have lotsa digital...
In this thread, just a minute ago, was a paid ad for — get this — a phone booth! Judging from what little the ad told me (without entering my contact info), the product seems to be aimed at office environments, where people might wish to carry on a conversation without being disturbed, or...
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That’s entertainment!
I’ve yet to witness it myself, but a friend into this sort of thing tells me of demolition derbies with school buses, on a figure-8 course.
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