For most of its existence, the pit forbade cameras, especially movie cameras. I can see why. From the few minutes of film I've seen, they knew how it would affect the general public. To people of that culture, I'm sure it was all very sensible and exhilarating. to Joe Sixpack (or his Era...
I always thought chicken a la king must have been made for a pretty undemanding king. Really good chicken & dumplings, though, are fit for anyone. But don't get me started on liver.
I guess it was a big-city thing then. I grew up mainly in small to medium-sized towns and suburbs where we got the big-city papers but probably only the morning editions, no extras. My summers in the Pasadena-L.A. area the paper was delivered, no newsies hawking editions. The closest I came...
I can't say it disappeared in my lifetime since I never saw it, but did newsboys really yell "Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" ?I don't think I ever even saw a newspaper put out an extra edition.
Today it's snowing here in New Mexico. Here, we call this, "spring in New Mexico." Tomorrow it'll probably be 80 degrees outside, then another snowstorm on Monday. By the end of the month, just hot and dry.
These thread titles are merely suggestions, springboards for our far-ranging flights of fancy. Start with jello, end up with Krupp. It makes sense to me.
A number of years ago, Binney & Smith, makers of Crayola, were obliged to eliminate their color Indian Red, because it was thought to be offensive to Native Americans (I'm willing to bet money that it wasn't actual Indians who objected. There re people in the world whose life's passion is being...
On a different thread here we discussed the "Tramp Steamer" genre of pulp stories, with its offshoot the "small-craft Navy" story ( think "The Sand Pebbles"). Joss Whedon did his own riff on this with "Firefly," about the down-and-out crew of a dumpy little spaceship in the aftermath of losing...
Concerning Solingen and the Ruhr Valley generally - although famed for cutlery and, in the old days, armor, the source of the valley's prosperity is the abundance of coal and high-grade iron ore in close proximity (Trenchfriend should chime in here). So as long as steel is needed for any purpose...
Same here. They spend days transforming the town totally, shoot for two or three days and I drive in the day after and you can't tell they were ever here. That's what makes having your town for a film location so attractive. They come in, they spend money while they're in town, then they're...
I know De La Vina well. My aunt had a beach house on Padaro Lane from '61 to around '75, then a big house up a canyon in Montecito, finally a condo in Plaza Pacifica in Montecito, where she passed away in 2013. As you might imagine, she married money. A lot of it.
I live out on the New Mexico desert. My nearest neighbor is more than half a mile away. It's isolated, but there is a certain comfort in having a clear field of fire in every direction. I can see visitors coming from a long way off. The nearest town, Estancia, is 2 miles north. I just went in...
From 1954 to 1960 (ages 7-13) I spent my summers in Pasadena, CA with my aunt's family. The time I spent there, my experiences and friends, marked me for life. In 1961 my aunt moved to a beach house in Santa Barbara and that is where I spent my teenaged summers and I visited often later, even...
Not to get too political here, but I'm always amused when I see people lamenting:"This is not the America I grew up in!" As if it should be. The fact is, no middle-aged American has ever lived in the America they grew up in. If you were born in 1800, the America of 1850 was unimaginable. If you...
Max Schmeling was a class act and no Nazi. After the war he became a successful businessman and when he learned that Louis had fallen on hard times he helped him out financially. In the end he helped pay for Joe's funeral.
The big interstate lotteries like Powerball and Mega Millions are fantasy machines. The odds of winning are infinitesimally, but not infinitely, small. Eventually, somebody wins, so why not me? If you buy your ticket ahead of time, then for three or four days you can legitimately fantasize...
A familiar trope about handbags from the Era that I haven't encountered in a while: You knew you'd picked the wrong boyfriend when you saw the police and he handed you a gun, switchblade or stolen goods and said: "Here, put this in your purse. They won't search you."
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