You know you are getting old when:

[Trenchfriend]

I think, I must be one of the last old-fashioned 30+ boys, who still loves and appreciates lye pretzels/buns/rolls.

When I see some on a bakery shop, WE ARE THE PRETZELS, RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

 

[Trenchfriend]

Positive thing! Some days, I listened to a converstation between young school kids. And I was surprised, that they still use this good old at home!

 

[Trenchfriend]

Those were the days...

 

[Turnip]

...you come home, immediately collapse on the couch and don’t even get the curve to open the two parcels with new shoes lying in the living room.

 

[Zombie_61]

...you come home, immediately collapse on the couch and don’t even get the curve to open the two parcels with new shoes lying in the living room.

Yeah, but why would you need to open the parcels with the new shoes if you're only going to lie on the couch?

 

[Harp]

...you come home, immediately collapse on the couch and don’t even....

If its Friday, I fix a whiskey over ice, put some Billy Eckstine or Etta James on,
and realize that I need to handicap the horses for tomorrow so I cannot sleep for awhile,
forget dinner entirely, and ask myself if I am ever going to act like a mature responsible adult.
Maybe after Vegas next week I'll turn a new leaf.

Naw, ain't even gonna happen.

 

[Turnip]

Isn’t Vegas more kind of a cruise liner in the sand meanwhile?

 

[Zombie_61]

Isn’t Vegas more kind of a cruise liner in the sand meanwhile?

Sort of, yeah. For a while they tried to make it "family friendly", but that went over like a **** in church so the Powers That Be dirtied the place up again.

 

[Harp]

Isn’t Vegas more kind of a cruise liner in the sand meanwhile?

That was my typical Friday evening muse speaking. Covid quarantine, some rescheduled eye surgery,
and other things have upended Vegas probably until fall. I do like the Venetian, six or seven hundred
hands of Stud poker, a slice of prime rib, zeroing an M-14 at a local gun range, Four Roses bourbon,
and chaste chasing some skirt. Vegas will always be Vegas.

 

[Tiki Tom]

Vegas has not been the same since they tore down the Desert Inn (“The D.I.”, as we used to call it.)

 

[Harp]

Vegas has not been the same since they tore down the Desert Inn (“The D.I.”, as we used to call it.)

A gambler adjusts and adapts, makes the desert terrain work to his advantage.
And the Venetian is most advantageous.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Are the Corleones still active, there?

 

[Zombie_61]

A gambler adjusts and adapts, makes the desert terrain work to his advantage.
And the Venetian is most advantageous.

Actually, owning stock in a Las Vegas hotel, particularly one on the strip, is even more advantageous. Mom and Dad met when they were both working for Anthony "The Admiral" Cornero Stralla on his cruise ship/casino The Rex, and at some point Mom acquired shares in the Stardust hotel/casino. Not much by today's standards, but enough to pay for the house Mom and Dad bought in 1951.

 

[Harp]

Actually, owning stock in a Las Vegas hotel, particularly one on the strip, is even more advantageous.

Andrew's Pitchfork drawn against Elliot's Five Wave Count and Fibonacci Retracement at 37.5; 50; 61.8
and cognizance of the applicable fundmentals most definitely.
As Bernard Baruch sagely summed: "All of life is a speculation."

 

[Harp]

While visiting that excellent thread, The Era---Day by Day, I noted both the Chicago Tribune
and The Daily News, long ago I delivered the Trib, and, if memory is right, either the Daily News
or its afternoon successor, The Daily American, or just perhaps The American.

These were afternoon editions, piled and stacked in Radio Flyer red pull wagons.
Chicago paper routes-this was a South Paulina Avenue run-were more hereditary fiefdoms
handed down among families and close friends. I broke in as an assistant to a pal, $2.00 weekly
plus tips every other week. And spots outside churches on Sunday like Little Flower parish church
were zealously guarded. Any infringe would deliver a knuckle sandwich. Proprietary rights
similarly bequeathed by street law hereditary privilege. If the Cardinal Archbishop had attempted
to hawk papers outside Little Flower, he'd be buying a ring ticket for himself.

And if you prowled the papers along the streets, in Chicago a paperboy had to climb up the
back stairs of all apartment buildings. Long time ago, but Chicago was a racket down to the
bottom of the street sewers.

 

[Trenchfriend]

When you remember the time, when women were able to use a bed without a smombie-phone...

 

[Harp]

While "babysitting" my sister's kids I took a Playboy away from my nephews.

 

[GHT]

It's the diminishing senses that get me. It didn't sound like hot-dog to me.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Oh, good old TIFF pics (airal photos!).

 

[tonyb]

... you clearly remember when a million bucks seemed an impossibly large sum.