I’m sitting here wondering what character in a Scorcese mafia movie would drive that. Maybe DeNiro’s character when he’s vacationing in Miami Beach?

My wife had that exact year and color.  The fact that this one is rust free means it must have been driven only in a desert and stored in a vacuum, because those Escorts started decaying off the factory floor.

Ouch!

I thought they gave up a few years ago.  I couldn’t find books for a 2015 Sonata or 2017 Kia.

This may not end well.

My wife spent an hour last night searching for her family’s traditional Christmas candy: barley sugar pops, ribbon candy, and some kind of mint covered in fake dark chocolate that her dad’s pharmacy sold way back when.

There is nothing comparable

When I was a kid, our company had a 1950s-era limosine to pick up people at the airport, and I’d ride in a jump seat when we drove it to Penn State games.  And my grandfather owned a 1973 El Dorado. It was like sinking into a luxury couch.

The PA state lottery has run the same Christmas commercial for decades—a snowy Christmas evening street scene, with friendly folks giving each other lottery tickets and carolers singing “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” substituting the names of lottery games for the gifts.

Our box of “Misc.” has at least four sets of AV cables and a half-dozen chargers to cell phones so old that the internet has no pictures of them.

The Harman Kardon speakers I bought for our first PC in 1999 are working great on our fourth PC right now, even though various elements of the set have fallen off the desk and dangled by the wire or been kicked by various feet since their debut.

Just as cool is that updated versions of the Centaur upper stage are still used today, many decades later.

We’re a beer household, so wine is drunk only when family is over. Any leftover from a family fete is turned into Sauerbraten using the recipe from the 1990s edition of Joy of Cooking. (I don’t add the ginger snaps at the end; instead, I add the optional sour cream.)  Such sour sweetness.  Highly recommended.

Sure, but not on a vehicle that I would depend on to get me to work every day so that I don’t get fired and have to sell my wife and children into slavery and eat my dog to survive.

My dad made a plum pudding back in the 70s when I was a kid. I remember it was cooked in a sack, then lit on fire at the table. Which was cool, but the liquor flavor wasn’t friendly to a 10 year old's palate.

Oh, don’t unleash the Kraken.  It can be a “super spread” for an average family of four to bloat themselves into a pleasant eating and football-watching coma all day.

Tuck those turkey wing tips under the bird so they don’t burn and stink up the place.

It’s like they don’t want to make the sale unless they can gouge the buyer on something or another.  

Amen, brother.

Hell, I don’t even use my backup camera. I trust only my eyes and muscle memory and decades of developed driving skill and caution.