Posted in Mildly Interesting

I love the smell of machinery in the morning

I always had to have a reel-to-reel tape recorder to monkey with, when I was a kid. These became a little scarce with the advent of cassette tapes, but you could still get the little reels of tape for them at Radio Shack. They were much preferable to cassettes, because you could slow them down with your finger, or otherwise tweak them.
I was fascinated by all the little rollers and plastic gears. Electronics just don’t have that smell of industrial lubricant and extruded plastic these days, and I kind of miss it. When my son was little I took apart the VCR we had because an Army Man was keeping the tape carriage from moving, but it just wasn’t the same. Maybe they use a different grease these days.

Posted in The postcards

Just ASKING for a “Dear John” letter

My name is John, so I know a thing or two about Dear John letters. One time my wife wrote me a John Deere letter, and ran off with a tractor salesman.

This guy made a serious tactical error, sending a postcard from boot camp to his girl back home, that says “From me to you if you’re not true- A ‘Bronx bird song’ from the boy friend.” the illustrated version of himself on the card, giving the girlfriend a very aggressive Bronx Cheer, such that his face turns red, and she is doused with spittle.

My experience is that the ladies don’t care for even inadvertent spittle, so I imagine that she will find this image and the implied distrust to be very offensive.