Okay, so apparently in the 1950s, a BLT was called a Bacon and Tomato Sandwich — although the lettuce is doing a pretty lousy job of hiding.
I wonder why it subsequently changed its name. Maybe because “BLT” is just easier to say?
Maybe it was a meat-and-potatoes decade and “lettuce” carried a stigma?
This was a real thing in the mid-60s.
Seriously… why?
If I could draw, I’d do my own version of this story:
When I was in elementary school, “bum” was the go-to Halloween costume for most of the boys.
Then came Halloween, 1964: our parents were away and our grandparents were staying with us. From the Old Country. And old, though in hindsight about the same age I am now.
And my grandmother did not get the whole “dress up like a bum” concept.
And that meant it wasn’t happening.
So on the day of the school’s Halloween parade, my brother and I dressed in the oldest clothing we could get away with, and detoured through a sort of alley filled with dirt and fallen leaves…
… and messed ourselves up the best we could.
(When I was back in town last weekend for my high school reunion, I took photos of the old neighborhood — which hasn’t changed at all, other than more foreign cars and fewer tail-fins — never suspecting I’d be using one of them on the CIDU page a week later)
This morning I came across the existence of Interabang Books, which brought three thoughts to mind:
Nie mój cyrk, nie moje malpy
By the time you grow up, copy-editors will be harder to find than pagers.
On the upside, though, reader expectations will be low enough that it won’t matter.
Idaho Idiot Bill Bickel. This is new.
While at the same time just more of the same. Seriously, how does every Bill Bickel in the country think he has my email address? I’m not even sure whether this makes five or six, that’s how bad it’s gotten.
I just got three apparently-important e-mails regarding his upcoming medical procedure, and I have no way of forwarding them to him.
If you eat irradiated ground beef, do you turn into The Amazing Cow-Man?
