fucking awesome.

When I got out of undergrad at UT-Austin in 1975, the DJI was "500" as I recall. My first calculator, a Bomar, cost $100.00.

Two years prior, Houston's Marvin Zindler got the Chicken Ranch cat house in LaGrange, TX, closed. A straight date was $10.00 and a "half and half" was $15.00.

Ah....those were the days!

"back in 1974, when I was working at Salomon Brothers"

Anonymous

Going back to flying commercial after flying private is like going back to holding hands

- Warren Buffett

The old man likes him some sex puns...

Wow...RIP Jim Michaels. I thought he was older than that.

LippyTex do you remember when milk men used to deliver too?

Russ Meyer was a WWII USMC combat photographer before going into the nudie flick business. That's one fine way to treat PTSS!

Yes, Anonymous, I do. When we moved from Illinois to Texas after the polio vaccines were available in teh mid-1950s, I remember my Dad saying he thought it was odd that we had the same milkman in Dallas as we did in Chicago. Dad said I sort of looked like him, too.

I remember having a seltzer water deliveryman, and I was born in manhattan in 1980. so maybe that was just strange. although i don't think we had one after like 1986 or so.

Marvin Zindler EYE!WITNESS! NEWS! Blue hair Blue sunglasses also got the sh*t kicked out of him by the sheriff in La Grange.

LippyTex, do you remember when pluto was a planet?

ahah Lippytex, one pt. i like your style.

@2:56 the existence of the pellgrino man considerably more questionable

I'm almost positive. They came weekly in glass bottles and had these little metal trigger spiggots on top. And the guy would pick up the old ones.

4:34 - by "the old ones" do you mean your mom and the nice older lady who lived next door?

My grandparents had seltzer delivery out in Queens until the mid-90s. So no, you didn't hallucinate that part of your childhood.

Hey Lippy, what's a half and half?

To: Anon at 3:33...Remember it?, Hell I wrote it!

To: gab at 5:46...A "half and half" was a brief French lessson and then the "straight date". You knocked on the door and were admitted in the "parlor" that was tastefully decorated. Seven or eight ladies would then stroll in and talk to each other as though you weren't there. Then one would ask you to buy her a Coca-Cola or ask for a dollar for the jukebox. As I was only 18 at the time and a newbie, I was advised by more experienced team members that to begin negotiations, you asked the lady for a "date" at which point you were hustled off to a nice boudoir and began the discussion of the "menu". The night I was there I was dressed in an intramural baseball uniform. Our team was called the "Nads" and our friends would cheer us by shouting "Go Nads!", but I digress. Anyway, the experience was made even more interesting because a member of a statewide police organization was there in uniform as I rounded a corner hallway with my "date". He advised my shocked face to "behave". That I did. As I reflect on that dumb activity now, I recall I was pretty let down on the long back to Austin and felt foolish. There was a tour bus there that nightat the Chicken Ranch now that I think back on the event.

KLW - oh thank god. i was getting worried i was prematurely senile at 27