
What So Proudly We Hailed





In 1955, peanuts were amazing little salted bundles of protein that everyone could eat (as far as we knew). For a nickel, you could eat a candy bar of pressed peanuts. You could eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on enriched white bread. You could fry wholesome meat in peanut oil. You could have peanuts out the wazoo. 
But now schools and churches and even offices are mostly nut-free zones. We warn parents not to put nutty items in Halloween or Easter candy. And some of us just avoid them as the lowly cousin of grander nuts. But you might be missing out.




Tangy pizza with apples and milk (double dairy?) makes about as much sense as pizza spacecat.










Who’s THIS guy with the glasses, shelves of books, and a tat on his hand? That’s not The Marlboro Man. The Marlboro Man wears a cowboy hat and has a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He’s wincing into the sun with crow’s feet and leathered skin but yet ruggedly handsome, despite the huge probability of melanoma. I’m going to have to take a pass on 1957 Marlboro Man.
