I’m waiting for the taxicab’s dashcam video.

Now I really wish I’d kept my Starion.

This is why my friend does a tap dance every time an ‘89 911 Speedster gets auctioned in the quarter-million-dollar range (he bought his new and has less than 10k miles on it); wonder how much higher they’ll go?

Unless there are two bidders who go there intending to buy both of them.

Right on the Model A; many of the folks buying them nowadays are traditional hot rodders looking for easy projects. Now that the barn and field finds are drying up, they’re after the cars Grandpa restored in the 1970s and only drove in the Fourth of July parade, then got surrounded by boxes in the garage after he had…

The East Germans set it to music (the German lyric specifies Trabant):

Well, we’re both in the grays here, so... whaddya do?

Me too.

Deluxe hillbillies do.

Pucker up, sweetz!

Somebody getting a fresh start after confession?

Great! Now if someone will bounce us out of the grays...

GREAT photo - you can’t get more 1974 than that, right down to the shag carpet. Hope you don’t mind me fixing it up a bit:

You’re not that old. Let’s just say you and I are a bit out of the target demographic.

The DC-4 in Lake Michigan in the 1950 paper still hasn’t been found yet, other than some small pieces of floating debris.

I remember it was a very hot summer that year (‘85); my place didn’t have a/c so I slept with the window open - and a butcher knife under my pillow. (I lived in Pasadena and one of his killings was in Alhambra.)

I also remember Apollo 1 for another reason - there was a public service ad featuring Edward White that aired before the fire; for some reason it continued to air for a year or two after he died. It gave me chills every time I saw it.

We did the same thing, but it was usually under the guise of “tornado drill” which was viewed as a more likely occurrence.

I was born in the Chicago area in 1960; the earliest big news story I remember* was Richard Speck murdering eight student nurses in Chicago on July 13, 1966 when I was five years old. This story gave me nightmares all that summer: