The death of a radio great is a good time for this proto-”Rest of the Story” story, from 1968.

This could be a caption contest, if we wanted. 

Never wear a hat taller than your head, unless you’re the Pope. More HERE.
 

This was the day of SNOMAPOCALYPTAGEDDON: the cities braced for eight inches of something they call snow, a strange heretofore substance that would fall from the sky and make life so difficult we would be talking about this for years. The power would go out, and we would be forced to heat our homes [...]

It might be my speakers, but the audio on this one seems to have found, isolated, and amplified the lead guitar. You’ll hear what I mean. After about 7 seconds it sounds like there’s a dog whining in the studio.

Things I like: Mom’s pantsuit with the floral blouse underneath; the moment at :17 when [...]

In Imperial Russia, money spends you! Go HERE. 

 
I’ll do a lot for my dog, but I draw the line at picking him up because he doesn’t want to walk in the melted snow between the back yard and the back steps. You’re standing in snow! It’s already cold! Plus, you’re a dog! He runs back and forth as though there’s an invisible [...]

Here you go: it’s an ad asking you not to return the clothes you had no intention of keeping. Especially if you smell. 

This week it’s a bygone train station: the Great Northern Depot. Go HERE.

Unre Boos, and Incr Boos – two invaluable attributes of modern life. The only question is: what are they selling? Answer later today.