First of all, let me cleanse your mental palate. I know that many of you are thinking of Oscar Mayer when I say 'bologna.' And you'd be correct. They make bologna (pronounced 'baloney' for those of you outside of Ohio). That's like saying that Yugo makes cars. Yes, they do. But if I tell you that I've just driven the world's best car, you would not think of a Yugo. You'd think of a Ferrari...or an Astin-Martin.
That's what this sandwhich was like. The freakin' Ferrari of bologna sandwiches.
And it's in the most unlikely of places.
Go on..you know you want to. I'll wait for it....
Well, since you asked...Waldo is about 30 min. north of my house. There are 2 things that Waldo is known for.....Grohl's Furniture....and G & R Tavern.
Seems that back in 1962 the fine folks at the G&R hit upon the secret to bologna nirvana. And they've been doing it ever since.
They defy the laws of nature.
There will be a roadtrip movie to come out of this. I took the still camera (so the audio will probably be crappy), but you get the idea.
It was fun.
And one I hope to repeat soon.
This is the part of the story where I would normally go into the big rant/retelling of my recent very VERY disturbing customer service experience with my local pharmacy and my insurance company. I've decided I've told the story enough and don't really want to get into it here. But I just want to say...why is it that pharmacists and insurance companies feel the need to f**k with people that have clinical depression?? Don't you think we're already going through enough without you messing with our heads, too??
OK. The bright side of this was that the pharmacy found their sac and took care of the problem. So to celebrate that..we decided to head to Bob's for some good ole country grub and then to the thrift store.
That's right boys and girls...this is, indeed, a thrift post. While not omnipotent, I have in fact, heard your prayers (and in the process, quite possibly, used a few too many commas).
Yesterday was 1/2 price day at ye olde Ohio Thrift. And we hit the door with about an hour to go before closing.
Now, normally when thrifting, I have a set route....toys first...then t-shirts...then display case...then knick knacks...then sporting goods...then dead electronics...and then one more pass to see if there's anything I missed.
However, on the last Weds of the month...all bets are off for the simple reason that I am usually looking to score some deals for yours truly (and I did....5 prs of pants...7 shirts and a nice bag....Nancy got a bunch of stuff, too..and some comfy shoes...total out the door...$45.Rawk.).
So, um, yeah. The route varied a bit. The tidbits below are in no particular order (as usual).
This was in the bag that I bought. Apparently a former middleschool baseball coach fulfilled his "supplmental duties." Not sure what those might be.
Well...I think I figured out why they have eating issues. Normally you have to actually open your lips to let the food pass.
The progression of the lowering of self-esteem. On the first, they actually look like healthy normal girls. By the end, they look like a product of marketing...afraid to eat and not wanting to look 'fat.' I bet they still look at that first cover and cringe. And so do we, but for different reasons.
This is one of my favorite ONJ album covers. I have the single and the gatefold of it. And sure...I may have more ONJ albums than the average hetero male...but I swear it's purely for the music.
I love the tapes from RadioShack. This one offers "Realistic Low Noise" (which as everyone knows is much better than that fake sounding low noise isht you get with other tapes).
How is it that Paula looks younger in the DVD that's 20 years older? That Cardio Dance must really work!! Oh never mind. I see...it's her 'New Package.' That would explain it.
Are you the keymaster?
Where good...er...mediocre electronics go to die. I used to watch the old Jonny Weismueller Tarzan movies and invariably there would be one where the white man tracks the dying elephant to the elephant graveyard. And I remember how Tarzan was always so sad to see it. That's kinda what this is like for me.
This was in the scary knick knack aisle. And all I can say is....um...no.
If by 'crafty' you mean 'a kit from a teacher supply score meant to teach marginally retarded kids how to make something they can sell at the bake sale so they can all get seatbelts installed in the short bus'...then yes, this is indeed a crafty frame.
I got all excited. At first I thought this was the fabled 'lost episode' of Monster Garage. Demmit! Foiled again!!
Clearly this person was not a grammar expert or the redundancy of "& more" and "& less" would have been omitted.
I think it plays Pong.
This won't end well.
Um. A statue of a chick kissing a stem. I don't even know where to go with this one. We are delving in to the weirdness of the knick knack aisle. Last night there was clearly a lot of time spent in that area because of the sheer 'WTF' factor that I was hit with.
This reminded me of a party I was at one time. There was this chick passed out on the couch...all of a sudden she rolls up and shouts "Jello Shots! WOOOOOO!" and then falls back on the couch. Ahh. Good times, good times.
This picture left intentionally broken (which won't be as funny when the link decides to start working again, but for now...hey, what'cha gonna do?)
Woohoo!!! The rocking horse winner!
You are the Champ of being the Terminator 2 badguy!
The guy in the back is thinking...."I wonder if the baker is using whole grain flour or not.Bread would be nice."
And the baker is thinking...."I haven't killed a hobo in a long time and I'm about due...if only I could find a drifter.Hmmmm."
OK. These things are weird. Clearly they are a set of some kind. There's a little toothpick hole at the side of all of their mouths. I don't know if it's some sort of ritual mutilation or there are pieces missing or what...but it was freaky. And I'm not sure what the Dentist spit bowl has to do with anything either.
AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Ok. After the initial shock, I wondered, "who labels their pockets with the word 'Cookies'??" I know what you're saying 'Todd, you idjit, it's a cookie jar'. Oh but it's not. It's about 6 inches high and the head doesn't come off. And if I have to put cookies in any other orfice, it is clearly NOT a cookie jar.
GAAAAAAHHH!!!!! Your Clazy Crown Styah Kung Fu is clushing my dlagon styah!!!!! (NOTE-For maximum effect, the previous statements must be read aloud, and slowly and deliberately).
After Robin Hood got the fair Maid Marianne, Friar Tuck was left all alone. Again.
How do you have a conversation with your elementary school aged child about what a 'Grrrl' actually is? Well, you don't. You just hope they figure it out as they become womyn.
And 3 eyes and two mouths. What the hell kind of loving is THAT??
After "The Wall" the faceless students could only get bit parts.
I could just say I'm allergic to cats. But alleric to crap is probably more apt here.
THIS is the sweet bowling shirt!!! AND it's already got the neon stitching making it perfect for the Galaxy Bowl on Saturday night!!!!
I guess the Shriners just can't make a decent shirt. Circuses they're OK at. Shirts..not so much.
So, all in all a good thrift session cancels out the shittiness of the day that led up to it. Honestly I was feeling much better after the country-fried Steak at Bob Evan's. The Thrift was just icing on the cake.
Until next time, thrift happy!
Far be it for me to sit here and use this time that I have with you to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ. Your beliefs are your own as are mine. I'd be more than glad to get into a philosophical discussion about it over a few beers sometime, if you'd like (just give me a ring...Jesus drank wine, why can't we have a brew?).
But, today wasn't really about me. I went down with my mom, my dad and my daughter to Greenup, KY today. The goal of the 6 hour round trip was to witness (and film) my uncle getting baptised and accepting the Lord Jesus Christ as his personal saviour.
Whatever your beliefs, it's hard to deny that there was some kind of spiritual force in the room. It was damn near palpable. And as my uncle was finishing and getting a towel (the bapistry is a big tub thing...), my cousin felt the call and SHE got baptised, too. It was pretty cool.
It was a good day. A day with family and a day of celebrating life.
All in all very cool.
And then it was a day to nap on the way home.
If any of you remember me from highschool, you'll recall that my relationship with my dad growing up was eh...strained at best.
These days I've come to have a lot more respect for some of the shit he's gone through (and is going through).
So last time I was over at my parents...Easter I think...Dad mentions these reel-to-reel tapes. On one of them is a May 5th, 1970 broadcast of Armed Forces Viet Nam (AFVN) radio (from the Delta to the DMZ). That's the day after the Kent State Shootings. I still haven't found it yet.
One of the few vivid memories I have from a very young age (and there aren't many) are of my dad and older brother trying to coax me to speak in to the microphone. Well...as fate would have it, we found that tape tonight (it was actually a tape that I almost chucked because the leading 2 feet were mangled, but Dad said "just cut it"...so I did....and threaded it up...and bammo...it was the right tape). The really weird thing is...I was a baby on this tape. My dad still called me Andrew. And I had to have been only 1 or 2...there's no freakin' way I should remember that. But I clearly do. There may be another tape some years later where the incident was replayed...but so far that's the only one. Weird....
The AFVN tape from July 4, 1970 is very interesting,too. It's interesting to listen to the world news. 37 years later, the news is....the same. They names have changed, but the actual news is...pretty much the same.
So, this whole reel-to-reel kick is pretty much in full swing now and I remembered two crates of tapes that Ian had given me to hang on to. So Dad and I started going through those. The first tape I pulled out was labeled "WATTS 1965.....Studs Terkel" and I'm like....'Watts....1965....?' And Dad was like...'That has to be about the riots.' So we put it on. And sure enough. It was a tape of a call-in radio talk show discussing the Watts riots. I mean-talk about a time machine. It was very trippy.
As I dug through more tapes in those crates, I found a lot of tapes that could prove very interesting in as far as getting a glimpse in to what our country was going through in the 60's and 70's. There's 2 tapes from 1963 on segregation and civil rights shit in Birmingham, Alabama. I think it's safe to say that if my kids have any class projects dealing with the 60's I can make sure they get some extra credit.
I'm also kicking around the idea of copying these reels in to MP3 format. Is that something you all would be interested in? If so, let me know.
And, with a functioning reel-to-reel deck, if you or your relatives have any old broadcasts or family reels that you want transferred, let me know.
Alright....gotta head out now. The deck is calling. Gotta figure out what Dad and I are going to listen to next week.
But I don't have any thrift pix at the moment. So it will have to wait until maybe this weekend when I can get over to the OhioThrift.
(I do have some cool finds from Nancy's grandparents house, but that's a story for another post).
What I will leave you with on this fine Wednesday is a video we threw together this morning.
The premise is simple ....3 donuts for $3. Epic in it's simplicity.
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