Category: Travel

People Are Strange: 1950

Nu Sigma Nu 1950, Cactus
Alpha Kappa Kappa, UT Galveston

Grandpa wasn’t the only one smoking. And evidently, supermodel Christy Turlington was there.

I can’t even explain what’s going on up there.

They laughed at knobby knees. 

They said “How” and sat next to teepees before cultural appropriation was offensive.

They looked like Gomez from “The Addams Family.”

They did chores.

And they wore these boss golf shirts.

 

Sign O’ The Times

Nestled snug inside my August 1947 copy of National Geographic lies this interesting piece of art.

Isn’t it just fantastic? I love the split levels. As with many ads of yore, it contained many more words than we’d bother reading today. But this was 1947, and most folks didn’t own a TV. Reading was a way to pass the time. With no information highway, ads were the information.

Having never visited New York, or anywhere up north for that matter, I had no idea what an SRO sign was. Evidently, it’s a single-room-occupancy residence. So I learned something today! How ’bout them apples? However, I have seen pics of subways, and they don’t look like “bright, cheerful cars” to me. And as far as 7.8 million population, that’s another lesson in demographics. New York City only has 8.5 million residents today. Yes, it’s true that there were 7.8 back then, but it’s also true that by 1980, the population had actually reduced down to a straight 7 million. It wasn’t until the 1990s that it surpassed what it had been in 1947. I guess you can only shove so many marbles in a jar.

Talk About Transparency

http://www.ebaumsworld.com

Can you imagine if your convenience store broke down their costs like this? It might help explain as to why it’s $2.25 in one one spot and $2.59 a mile away.

 

Hot Dishes, Part III

Today we wrap up with servers and burgers from  Schacher’s Plates + Dishes.

In Virginia, we find young Lacy serving up a delicious-looking bacon cheeseburger with onion rings. That’s a fun indulgence.

Next, we visit the mysterious Roswell, New Mexico. Maybe it’s just me, but Christie looks a little extra-terrestrial herself, with her hair pulled back so tightly and those frameless lenses.

That “Alien Goo Burger” looks a hot mess, and not a burger at all. You may think these images were taken many moons ago, but only 13 years, to be exact. To be sure, prices were lower.

Evidently, they closed shop three years later. Roswellguy111 posted these words on the interwebs:

Crash Site Cafe Owner a mean guy

I worked for Danny Bowen the owner of Crash Site Cafe. The man was a good cook but he cheated his employees and cheated us pay. His business closed because he ran into financial trouble and because he was a mean boss. The food was the best but the owner was a bad guy. Crash Site Cafe is closed. If you’re going down second street as you enter Roswell, look by next to Sonic and you will see the abandoned restaurant with weeds and loneliness.

Weeds and loneliness. Well, how about that? Something disappeared in Roswell.

And something disappeared on this beverage glass. Clothes! What do you make of Alexa at The Palms in California? She’d fit right in here in Austin. Peace, man. And peace out.