





Mr. Barry Howard of Cumberland, Kentucky may be smiling as his hand pats the hood of a new truck, but his wife’s pursed lips reveal more to the story. The truck was bought with funds received from his black lung payments, compensating for the shortness of breath caused by coal dust particles in his lungs.


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.
