
Well, they WERE minors back in 1987 when I took this shot. Now their pyramids are probably cheap domestic beers or craft bottle trees.

Well, they WERE minors back in 1987 when I took this shot. Now their pyramids are probably cheap domestic beers or craft bottle trees.

Once you’ve worked up a sweat, go grab yourself a glass of cold refreshments from an ancient chaperone.

Dance to the groovy tunes of a guy wearing a headband.

And if possible, be crowned something that proves you’re better than everyone else.

See the envy in their eyes as you rock that crown. Dang, it feels good to be a gangster.








As you can see, the fishermen of Nazaré, Portugal traditionally donned checkered garb and long, wool hats (which could work double-duty as Christmas elves).

Doesn’t he look like Santa’s long-lost lumberjack cousin?

And tradition is not entirely lost to this day.


Lyda Benton of Ringgold, Georgia (whose CURRENT population is just over 3500) ladles some wellwater to her brother, who won the state’s Outstanding 4-H Boy title–and consequently, that shiny tractor upon which he happily sits.



Gail Hooper was paired with this 56-pound catfish (that must have been carried up an elevator all those flights of the Hotel New Yorker), as part of her duty as Miss National Catfish Queen in 1954.
I imagine they both took long, hat baths after that!