Now where the dinkly doo did all those cool things go? I don’t know why, but last night, I was in quite the melancholy, nostalgic mood. Watching news coverage of the blizzard up in Cleveland while sitting on my couch, wrapped in my electric blanket, eating a cheezer and chicken soup made me all wistful and maudlin. Sometimes I get that way, and I can’t explain it. It’s very much like the feeling I get when I hear certain harmonic progressions or lyrics, especially if they’re sad. I can’t describe it, but it’s pretty intense.
Anyhow, I started thinking of things you just don’t see anymore:
- Rotary pay phones (for the ‘snappers, they look like this)
- Milk delivered to the doorstep (our Grandmas Johnson and Murphy had metal milk boxes on their porches)
- “Service stations” where guys in blue uniforms pumped the gas, checked the oil and cleaned the windshield, at no extra charge
- Mimeographed copies (also called “dittos” or “spirit masters”). I loved the smell of them as a kid.
- Basketball players wearing shorts that didn’t look like saggy, wet diapers (at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before they’re wearing palazzo pants)
- Paper grocery bags by default
- Kids using a clothespin to fasten a playing card to their bike wheels so the spokes made noise
- Roller skates that required a key
- The “dime store” – haha
- School milk cartons that had the round pull tab on the top
What do you remember? I’ll bet you miss lots of things from a time when the world was simpler. Like last week.