The family used to order a pizza with everything at a restaurant back home, but anchovies were on the side. Cook them with the pizza, and the whole thing gets too salty. But, put one on a piece and it joins in the joy that was an, “Izzy Special.” (The cook, Izzy, was a part-timer who worked for my father at their…

“Back in the day,” a guy in my high school bought an Army surplus jeep like this one. It came in a crate, in pieces, packed in grease. Took him a couple of months, but he cleaned it all up, put it together, painted it purple (it was the 70s, after all), and had a one-of-a-kind vehicle.

Brilliant.

I love how owners of, “The Ultimate Driving Machine,” think it turns them into The Ultimate Driver.

In the early 80s, a Chicago radio personality used to do an impression of Tony LaRussa (who was then-manager of the White Sox) chatting up a young woman: “Hey, baby, you like my gold chains? Wanna to go cruise LSD (Lake Shore Drive) in my ‘Vette?” It was claimed La Russa actually said this to someone at a party. Who…

Aeropress. Airtight container of coffee you ground just before leaving home. Metal travel coffee mug. You might get charged for the cup (some places really hate people using their hot water for free to make tea or decent coffee and charge the same price for a cup of hot water as their crappy coffee), but usually, you…

Yes. Proof that over-reliance on technology can lead to potentially deadly results. The Rand-McNally Road Atlas is a far more reliable source of routes and roads than Google, etc., as this brush with death points out. For those who want even more detail, the trucker version of the Road Atlas points out overpass…

I was a kid of 22 when I owned my first Harley. Age has nothing to do with it.

Two adults ... if they’re both about 5'6" and 130 pounds. Kinda doubt a pair of my cousins would fit at all ... 6'4" and 230 pounds. What an interesting world in which we live where old-fashioned descriptors like, “ two adults,” become meaningless when they encounter the variety of our species.

You mean like the quick press and release on the accelerator followed by pressing down again once the transmission downshifts, giving access to higher rpms as you pass? (slushbox version)

The, “Click and Clack,” solution.

My mother bought a used, ‘69 Camaro. Stock. Auto. That weird, Chevy, 60s, metallic olive-drab (had to use it up somehow, I guess). Actually, not a bad car to drive to various school things and events and even a road trip to visit my grandparents the week before going off to the Air Force. Until I got home and the…

So, the 101 just west of Mesa? Or, the 101 west of 91st?

So, my opinion is different from someone else’s, and their opinion is different than mine, and the only real point of contention was me pointing out that being told my experience wasn’t true might not be the best way to go. And, you interpret this as, I dunno.

These are timeless. The only downside is that the sand pits attract neighborhood stray cats.

These are timeless. The only downside is that the sand pits attract neighborhood stray cats.

Not nearly as fun as these ... one of these went through one of my little sister’s foot ... she went around and around in circles, her foot stuck to the ground, while screaming very loudly. We stopped playing Jarts after that. *sigh*

Not nearly as fun as these ... one of these went through one of my little sister’s foot ... she went around and…

Y’know, telling someone their actual, lived experience is not true might not be the best way to convince people to take you seriously.

Kidney stones are from the chronic dehydration because you cannot know you are sweating at all outside. It’s a very short step from there to varying degrees of kidney disease because each bout of dehydration or even heat sickness damages kidneys.

Six months of, “the oven,” is not great weather. Check in again in 6 years when you have chronic sinus problems because the endless lack of moisture and that frakkin’ “dry heat,” has caused parts of your sinus mucosa to die away, leaving behind exposed skull bone and your body’s attempt to salvage what’s left is to…

eew. Doesn’t look anything like it.