I have an exciting interval of fridge shopping coming up. The stupid Electrolux I loved so much when I got it (theater lighting! Yes, the lights rose when you opened the door, instead of snapping on) turned out to have a defect completely avoidable in its conception and construction: the drawers are attached with materials that - oddly and strangely enough - degrade after prolonged periods of cold. All three drawers now hang at angles, because the sliders detached, and it goes without saying that they can not be reattached. I think I got seven years out of it, which is probably great when you consider the lifespan of the average compressor in these things, but I’ve had the compressor replaced.

There was a matching dishwasher, which failed earlier because the controls were mounted on the top of the door, which meant they shorted out after water leaked in. Poisoned the brand for good.

I expected better of the Swedes, I really did.

Well, I've little to add up here, because it's Friday and if I did have anything, I'd save it for some timeless entry I could post next week when I have too much to do, but feel obligated to provice a full raft of material for some reason.

Maybe we could speculate - if you haven't already - why this couple is still lounging around while decent people are up and working. Sure, it's early - rosy-fingered dawn and all that - but at least Mr. Wilson is up and sweating like a productive citizen.

The milkman looks as if he's resigned to standing there for a few minutes while Mr. Wilson unloads about the Reds or the Missus. Meanwhile, in the BLUE SEX DEN, it's cool and comfy. I've used all the ads I've found from this series, but I expect there are more cutaway views.

It's not as if they had to sell anyone on air conditioning.They just had to sell them on this brand, because it was thin, and also, sex.

Well, on to the Friday particulars.

From my vast collection of things with almost no monetary value whatsover, I bring you this week's entry.

Had to do a reverse image search on this one. I could make out "transport," but the rest is gibberish to me. This site said, in Russian:
Rusinov and B Dimitrov - Air Transport (1965)

Okay. Beyond that, I know nothing, except that it's a nice modern example of the art of the parallel universe that was the Eastern Bloc. Or it's a stylized version of a particularly newsworthy airliner crash everyone knew about. They couldn't cover it up. Word got out. This was their way of memorializing the tragedy.

No, don't think so.

A view from across the street. It'll never be the same.

A different angle than usual: this is the intersection of Washington and Nicollet.

The weekly 5 second sweep, from RBC to the new apartment tower going up on the other side of Hennepin.

The facade is coming along quickly; it's easy when you apply sheets of pre-fab brick.

On the other end of downtown, another high-rise residential tower is almost out of the pit.

Another view of the world that'll be gone for decades in just a few months.

But boss, he's dead, I don't think there are any to check

Well that was unexpected

Solution is here.

 

 

 

I know I try some people's patience with these guys; don't worry, it's not a bit. It's about the announcer. They had reliable announcers over the years; same voice, year after year. The opening line was always the same: And now, let's see what's going on down in Pine Ridge. WELLLLL, Abner and Lum (plot recap.) As we look in on the little community today, the old fellows are sitting the Jot 'em Down store, discussing events. Listen.

This changed after a decade and a half, with the last line changed to "well, we'll soon see what happens next!"

   

Here's the regular guy.

 

Then he went on vacation, or got sick.

 

 

   
 

 

The new guy really put his own spin on it.

 

     
 

 

Original narrator . . .

 

 

. . . new guy. It's much more folksy, but it feels genuinely delighted.

 

 

  Then the old announcer returned, and made you wonder if he'd been on a toot.
  Oh, about those guys who were going to buy the store. Sound familiar?
     

It's like I said the other day: imagine if 60% of your TV shows had the same actor. That guy was everywhere, and so instantly recognizable.

 

It's a mighty wind a'blowin'.

 

   

 

 
I remember hearing this stuff in grade school, thinking I should like it because dad liked the Kingston Trio - well, he bought that one album. But I never did. Still don't.
   

 

 

   

 

 
Radio Promo Ad. Speaking of distinctive voices: is that who I think it is? I think so. And is that who I think it is?
   

That'll do! And if it doesn't, I don't know what to say. Back now to Chain Store Age, where we resume the series of 1960s consumer drugs illustrated with startling portraits.

I think that last sentence sums up this website quite nicely.

 

 

 

 
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