Darned if Mr. Brown doesn't look like Douglas Fairbanks Jr.!From The Cabin Coffee Table — An occasional look back at what the old Codgers saw and smoked (with a little detour and frolic, here and there):
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Darned if Mr. Brown doesn't look like Douglas Fairbanks Jr.!From The Cabin Coffee Table — An occasional look back at what the old Codgers saw and smoked (with a little detour and frolic, here and there):
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"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy"From The Cabin Coffee Table — An occasional look back at what the old Codgers saw and smoked (with a little detour and frolic, here and there):
Where’s that guy who can drink beer and smoke a pipe at the same time when you need him?
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Sounds like Ben Franklin would have said."Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy"
Or at least W.C. Fields.Sounds like Ben Franklin would have said.
RG, I'm kind of in the same camp as you. Sir Walter and his cousin R.O. Matic, Half & Half (prob. my favorite to date), Carter Hall, Granger, Matches Field & Stream and Edgeworth, and now I'm considering trying Match Bond Street (now called Bourbon St.) and Match Briggs. I've bought Match Walnut, but haven't smoked it much; I'm waiting for cooler weather to try more of the Englishes.
Like many of you I'm curious about what our grandfathers' day had to offer. And I love the idea of smoking something that was readily available in the long-ago time when you could stroll down to the local drugstore on a soft evening after supper, and pick up a pouch of H & H or a tin of Edgeworth. Plus the latest issue of The Saturday Evening Post for the next installment of one of their serials or a new story by this "science-fiction" writer Robert A. Heinlein. . . .
Or at least W.C. Fields.
Even drugstores? Even on, say, a Thursday night? The main shopping district near me, the department stores, all stayed open till 8, I think, on Thursdays, so that people could shop for Friday night. And drugstores and newsstands did not close until quite late, I think.You couldn't in my town until the 1980's. The stores were mostly closed in the evenings thru the 1970's.
Even drugstores? Even on, say, a Thursday night? The main shopping district near me, the department stores, all stayed open till 8, I think, on Thursdays, so that people could shop for Friday night. And drugstores and newsstands did not close until quite late, I think.
Same in my home town, except that the newstands stayed open until 8:30 or 9:00. I remember dropping in after scout meetings to grab a Coke or a candy bar. We had two or three locally-owned pharmacies, plus a People's Drug (pretty good store, swallowed up by Eckerd I think) and SuperX, which was connected in some way to Kroger.Most closed by 6 pm. Exception for Christmas season which incidentally began after Thanksgiving. Once a Peoples Drug came to town that changed. We didn't have any fast food restaurants either, not until later that I can recall. Sleepy southern town.
Most closed by 6 pm. Exception for Christmas season which incidentally began after Thanksgiving. Once a Peoples Drug came to town that changed. We didn't have any fast food restaurants either, not until later that I can recall. Sleepy southern town.
An oil change and lube every thousand miles --! Of course their advice is dead right about keeping your car serviced, and that when you do you'll find it more fun to drive.From The Cabin Coffee Table — An occasional look back at what the old Codgers saw and smoked (with a little detour and frolic, here and there):
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After living in or around cities during my entire career, I found a small town in a rural county and moved there. I can easily walk to town from my house or be in the mountains in minutes. It is a pleasant place with friendly people and little traffic. Loving it.Growing up my little backwater town would nearly roll up the sidewalks at 9pm. It is no longer the sleepy little town I used to know, and I miss it dearly.