Another from Saturday morning:
The Baseball Bunch: with Johnny Bench
“You can come too
We’re waiting for you
We’ve got a
HUNCH
YOU’LL
LOVE
THE
Baseball Bunch!”
It think it was one of the last things in the morning right before This Week in Baseball and all the games started. I loved that show! They showed you how to slide without getting a “strawberry” (bruise) on your thigh, heh.
I never went to a basketball game there, but I went to three Grateful Dead shows at Richfield. One on the Fall 1993 tour, and two on the Spring 1994 tour.
I really, really miss the guy who was playing lead guitar at those three shows. That chubby dude with the long grey hair, beard and glasses. Jerome John Garcia was his full name, but we all knew him as Jerry. I know I speak for many, many other Deadheads when I say “We miss you, Jerry!”
In no particular order:
Top 40 AM radio, 1968-1975. The Drake format. WCFL (Chicago). CKLW (Windsor). CHAM (Hamilton, ON). CFTR (Toronto). CHUM (Toronto). Disc jockeys who were genuinely, insanely funny.
French fries with gravy. (They don’t know what that is in the US.)
My cherry sunburst Les Paul Custom with the brass hardware.
Not having to pay bills and income tax.
The original Mountain Dew in the green glass bottle (“It’ll tickle yore innards!”).
The smell of my grandparents’ house - a mixture of pipe and cigarette smoke, freshly brewed coffee and toast with peanut butter.
John Lennon.
My mom.
Marathon candy bars.
I’ll second the nomination of CKLW.
Also old horror movies. One favorite starred Vincent Price as a failed Shakespearean actor who murdered his critics in ways taken from the plays of Shakespeare. Another touted its “fear flashers” and “horror horns” to warn you when the scary stuff was coming up. My kids will never understand the appeal of Christopher Lee and Vincent Price, and how movies can be scary and not show any blood or gore. Sigh.
SCTV. I loved that show!
One of our local stations has recently started broadcasting movies after SNL; sometimes my teenager and I watch them together. I just wish they weren’t showing recent movies, but some of the old black and white ones - I may never be able to find a copy of Dead Ringer with Bette Davis or The Bad Seed with Patty McCormick to show her otherwise!
I miss the awe and excitement of every space mission. We were so proud and hopeful, then.
The 16-bit era of video gaming. Sonic vs. Mario, blood vs. no-blood, Sega CD, Game Gear…
Old-school Power Rangers.
Fox Kids saturday mornings - starting with Dog City and ending with X-Men.
My nervous system when it completely worked.
SHOCK THEATRE hosted by Roland (John Zacherle).
Seeing a cartoon and a newsreel before the movie.
Turkish Taffy.
REAL Christmas-tree tinsel made of some thinner-than-possible metallic foil, not that plastic crap that they sell nowadays.
At Disneyland: Journey to Inner Space, Nature’s Wonderland, The Carousel of Progress, and real, honest-to-God Indians performing traditional dances in Frontierland.
Believing that I would really visit the Moon someday.
And, even though he’s only been gone for a few months: the Reverend Mr. Fred McFeeley Rogers.