A Trip Down Memory Lane

I was rummaging through a box of crap the other day when I came upon one of those metal pour spout thingies used to put canned motor oil into my car. I began to reflect on things that you just don't see any more. 1. I haven't seen a commercial for "Dionne Warrick's Psychic Hot Line" in a while. Come to think of it, I haven't seen ads for any psychic hot lines lately. Gosh, do you think people have finally caught on to that scam? I had a friend who's neice came for a visit and during her time with him, ran up a $900.00 phone bill calling these "psychics." Last I heard, the girl is still alive. Come to think of it, I haven't heard a peep from Richard Simmons in a long time either. 2. As a kid, the air in my neighbor hood was filled with garage band music made by kids determined to be the next "Rolling Stones." Their talent and ability was limited and the only song they could do all the way through was "Gloria." Sniff. 3. When I was a kid, my mother had one of those out board motor looking machines with a belt attached. Wrap it around, turn it on and the pounds would just melt away. Guess that the old fashioned way of losing weight is still the best. Diet and excercise. Or break up with a boyfriend. 4. I haven't had a door-to-door salesman calling on me lately. Guess it just isn't safe any more. I still have the occassional religous freak-a-zoid stopping by trying to turn me on to their brand of salvation. If there was a God, lightning would be striking my welcome-mat at that moment. I guess that's because it just isn't safe. 5. I haven't seen candy cigarettes in a long time. I wonder why?