I don't know if this has happened to you, but it seems to me that the passage of one old year into a whole new one is a much bigger deal when we were kids. Maybe we need someone to come up with more hysteria like the whole Y2K deal to help us gin up some excitement next New Year's Eve. Remember 12/31/99? Everyone was so sure the computers wouldn't work in the morning, and yet...
NYE in Times Square, NYC, 1938. We had a civics book in 9th grade that demonstrated the right of the people to peaceably assemble by showing a crowd scene like this, but some eagle-eyed kid in the class found someone in the lower right corner of the picture flipping the bird. Nothing has been that cool since.
Chicago, last Wednesday. The people at the Subaru dealership next door to the Morton Salt warehouse never figured on their relationship turning...salty. If cows drove cars, they would want Subarus with built-in salt licks.
If you get it, you get it. Order yourself a Tea Shirt.
This is the old Camden train station in downtown Baltimore, adjacent to the old warehouse where they built the ballpark. The train station is a sports museum now, but I always think of what my Dad said when we were there once for an Orioles game, that his parents had taken him to this station to send him off to war and that was the last time he ever saw them. Life and death intermingle.
If Pablo Picasso painted this at the age of 15, why didn't he continue to paint like this, instead of painting people with two eyes on the same side of their faces and whatnot? Talk about peaking early!
Speaking of old-time art, this is what people used to do before they had television to while away the hours. I am curious about what the guy in the pink coat is up to, though.
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| Just as anyone who picks up a baseball bat that's sitting around on display has the urge to grab the bat and assume a hitter's stance, it is impossible to see a handful of Legos without having the urge to start snapping some together. |
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