By John Bohling
As usual, I am skidding in ahead of the throw at third (that’s the deadline) before I get yelled at for missing the deadline. Made it by the skin of my teeth.
Hold it! Where did that stupid expression come from? Stand up any of you who have skin on their teeth. I thought not. So I think I will award my first “tin-foil pedestal” to whomever originated that phrase.
Now that’s out of the way, let’s move onto the heavy stuff.
The Provost Guard (Nepo and company) plus PC Hoyt Siggins and myself tried unsuccessfully to stem the tide of the stampede to park cars at the Greenberg Train and Toy Show. Oh, plus we had the HONS Fair and Feztival of Trees at the same time!
If we had less than 5,000 cars on our shift, I will personally eat your Fez plus the tassle.
With Christmas coming up, let’s sit back and reminisce. That’s it; just sitback, breath deeply, close your eyes and remember……zzzzzzz.
Oh look, Jordan Marsh on Washington Street and Filene’s across the street. Look at those mechanical figures all dressed up in period costumes. Inside – hold mom’s hand – where’s Santa? Oh look, there’s that 2-holster “Roy Rogers” Gun Set I want. Can’t have that Daisy BB gun, because I “may shoot my eyes out.” Sound familiar?
“Come on John, we have to go back home.” “But mom, I want to see the hurdy-gurdy man on the common.” Oh well, back down the subway. Wait, we’ve got to get some “chicklets” from the little machine here. Get on the subway to Sullivan Square and then the “street car” to Worth Street, and walk home with our parcels.
That’s my dream. Sound familiar? I’m sure. Also, the big Lionel Train Set around the Christmas tree. Remember this is before the “space age” era. But we’re big boys now so we have to worry about things like: why does the Army recruiting station in Danvers have a handicap ramp installed? Could it be they are looking for Korean Vets to re-up?
Why do the pictures of the money guys at the New York Stock Exchange on the news, applauding the opening bell, remind me of “Red Square” in Moscow, Russia, with Kruschev and company saluting their military units.
Maybe another “tin-foil” award for them also.
How about the TV ads for life insurance that tell us their rates will not go up as long as we live? Makes sense to me!
Now let’s add to our “where have they gone list.”
- Running boards on cars.
- The “one legged man” selling pencils on the ramp at Boston Garden.
- Or the Boston Garden itsef – remember 13,909, the capacity for hockey games.
- 15 minute news casts.
- Test patterns.
- “Monkey links” for tire chains in the winter.
- The sound of broken chains banging on the fenders.
- Using “clinkers” from the coal furnace for traction on the ice.
- Coal furnaces, for that matter.
- The gas station attendant who washed your windshield.
- The grease pit to do oil changes before the advent of hydraulic lifts.
- Climbing down into one of these pits to watch the man with the grease gun.
- Your mother wanting to know why your father let you go into the pit, after seeing the grease on your knickers.
- Caddying for 10 cents a bag doubles.
- Caddies themselves.
- Cereal premiums.
We will have more next time, but right now I have to go find Bob Pann; he went to look for the invisible man!
Till next time!