Ad for Grundig TK 246 Hifi-Stereo-Tondbandkoffer, 1970. Ja, das ist ein “hip pad,” in mono und stereo!
Promises, promises, fifty years ago this summer. The 1962 Ford Seattle-ite XXI and the Ford Cougar, the former an obvious choice for transportation to the Seattle World’s Fair, and the latter an ideal sportster for women of a certain age. Like so much we were promised for The Future, it simply never happened.
Even though I was very young, I was a regular at most of the malls, off and on, from 1967 forward. This never happened. I would remember if it had.
Guess I’ll swing by the office today, see what’s on the big board. I don’t spend a lot of time there during summer months, mainly because the swimming pool and recreational areas are distracting.
Our in-flight dinner last night came across as rather last-minute—the whole thing struck me as little more than an afterthought. All that pre-fab stuff is strongly suggestive of the hospital cafeteria, anyway. The attendants were sweet about my sending it back, though. I talked the cutest one into rustling up some ginger ale and those delicious lemon-zest shortbread biscuits. Dorothy was spot-on when she said there was no place like home.