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vintage ad Seagrams 46 Communications of Tomorrow

Yesterday’s Tomorrows Today

While thousands of new products and technologies will be shown off at the annual Consumer Electronics Show 2020 getting underway this week, I take a look back at the future technological wonders we dreamed about for the post-war years. As

vintage ad Seagrams 46 Communications of Tomorrow

Yesterday’s Tomorrows Today

While thousands of new products and technologies will be shown off at the annual Consumer Electronics Show 2020 getting underway this week, I take a look back at the future technological wonders we dreamed about for the post-war years. As

All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree

As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer

All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree

As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer

Vintage Bathroom 1950s

Make America’s Toilets Great Again

Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another  U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing

Vintage Bathroom 1950s

Make America’s Toilets Great Again

Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another  U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th president. Speculation mounts that his new fascination with plumbing

Radip family

Remembering Pearl Harbor December 7 1941

From the Archives: December 7, 1941 Just as 9/11  is a marker for this current generation, and November 22 was for mine, Sunday, December 7, 1941, was a where-were-you-when-kind of day that was seared permanently in the memory of the

Radip family

Remembering Pearl Harbor December 7 1941

From the Archives: December 7, 1941 Just as 9/11  is a marker for this current generation, and November 22 was for mine, Sunday, December 7, 1941, was a where-were-you-when-kind of day that was seared permanently in the memory of the

illustration man and boy in underwear Thanksgivng

I Dreamed I Was a Pilgim in My Carter Briefs

  I Dreamed I was a Pilgim in my Carter Briefs. With equal portions of sheer silliness and questionable taste, this ad serves up a heaping helping of Thanksgiving cheer. Nothing comes between them and their turkey but a pair

illustration man and boy in underwear Thanksgivng

I Dreamed I Was a Pilgim in My Carter Briefs

  I Dreamed I was a Pilgim in my Carter Briefs. With equal portions of sheer silliness and questionable taste, this ad serves up a heaping helping of Thanksgiving cheer. Nothing comes between them and their turkey but a pair

Fake News Fake Democracy

  If democracy dies in darkness, it should be no surprise that the Trump administration continues to dim the lights borne of truth. In a shady White House illuminated by the sinister glow of deception and lies, it is rich

Fake News Fake Democracy

  If democracy dies in darkness, it should be no surprise that the Trump administration continues to dim the lights borne of truth. In a shady White House illuminated by the sinister glow of deception and lies, it is rich

Vintage Brownie camera

Summer Season’s End

  Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white

Vintage Brownie camera

Summer Season’s End

  Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white

Vintage baby photo 1920s

Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby

  In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age

Vintage baby photo 1920s

Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby

  In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age

The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps

There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused

The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps

There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused

Vintage woman in Beauty Parlor Vintage Mothers Day Card

Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day

A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo

Vintage woman in Beauty Parlor Vintage Mothers Day Card

Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day

A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo