Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The Penny Scale



There was one of these in the local diner in my home town.  It was next to the restrooms and it cost a penny.  That is it did when it worked.  The people who owned this one were smart enough to put it next to a picnic ground. I guess the American obsession with weight is nothing new.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

The Cup



The Stanley Cup finals begin next week.  I was born in a small town 50 miles from downtown Pittsburgh, and I'll be rooting for the Penguins.  This photo is labeled, "The Springfield Indians, Springfield, Mass."  The Indians played in the AHL from 1954 to 1967, and won the Calder Cup three years in a row.  The 1959-60, 1960-61, and 1961-62 seasons.  I've been going through club photos, and I think this one is from the 60-61 season, said to be the greatest team in league history.  I'm not 100% certain, but I think number 2 in the second row is Ken Schinkel, who went on to play, and coach the Pittsburgh Penguins.

So, you read it here first, Pens in 6.  Sorry Nashville.

Friday, May 26, 2017

When Ya Gotta Go



Ya gotta go.  Has anyone else noticed there are fewer and fewer public restrooms.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

At the Zoo



Written on the back, "Taken at the Continental Divide."  Those of us of a certain age can remember when it was possible to travel the country, going from one roadside zoo to another.  Most of them were pretty much like the one in this photo.  Wooden pens, dirty, and way too small for the animals being exhibited.

Canary In Danger



Drunk grandpa decides to get rid of the damn canary.  But how to do it without granny finding out?

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Joyce Needs To Puke



Written on the back, "April 1953 Joyce Jones."  I'll bet it was alcohol.

Friday, May 19, 2017

The Here, There, and Everywhere Collection-Murray Hill






So, the war's over, the men are back, and the women have left their wartime work and wait at home, in the suburbs, for their husbands to come home.  Just like a John Cheever story.

Murray Hill is a town in New Jersey, and it's connected to New York City by train.  No doubt this lady's husband got on the morning train to Hoboken, got the ferry to Manhattan and worked in an office.  Then, at the end of the day it was back to Murray Hill, a martini and the perfect children.  At least that's the stereotype.

This post is the back side of yesterday's entry. Click on The Here There and Everywhere Collection in labels to see other images.