Does anyone else recall the portion of the lunar landing broadcast that described the space suit? Here was Walter Cronkite, very serious, announcing the touchdown of the Apollo 16 on the surface of the moon, the famous quote from Neil Armstrong saying "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." Then as a time filler we saw this...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
A Dime for the Ladies Room
Hmmm, not sure what the coinage was, a nickel, a dime, or a quarter. Buddy, have you got a dime may have been what women were saying in the late fifties and I ain't talkin about coffee. Having just returned from a conference trip to Florida, I am reminded of airport bathrooms 50 years ago. Sometimes mom would have me crawl under the bathroom door and unlock it from the inside if she didn't have the change. The stalls in the women's restrooms had a paylock on them. You could only get in if you paid the price. Men didn't have to pay to use the urinal. Totally unfair.
Who would have thought back then that free toilets of the future would flush themselves, sinks would turn on and off the water automatically and paper towel dispensers would release paper with a wave of the hand!
Love technology in ALL aspects!
Who would have thought back then that free toilets of the future would flush themselves, sinks would turn on and off the water automatically and paper towel dispensers would release paper with a wave of the hand!
Love technology in ALL aspects!
Herman's Hermits Tour Denver

Ok, so I wasn't at Woodstock or anything but in 1965 or spring of 1966 when Herman's Hermits toured the US I saw them. In fact, I got to be on the airplane that brought them to Denver. Dad was an airline pilot and received a corporate letter informing him that the band would be on his flight from Tulsa on such and such date. My parents let my sister and myself fly to Tulsa so we could be on the return flight with the famous band. My older sister wasn't so caught up in all the hoopla but went to chaperone me. I was thrilled when my seat on the plane was four rows behind Peter Noone. Being deathly shy, I summonsed the courage to ask them for an autograph. They complied with my meager request. The sparkle in my eye for them diminished when I saw them grafitti the airplane - marking up the window where they sat.
That night my friend and I went to the stadium to see the performance. They arrived late, played about five songs, and left. What a double whammy of a let down! It stays in my memory as the first and worst rock concert I ever attended.
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