Back in the 20s, horses couldn’t have dragged me away…
…from crying my blues away!
A cheerful thought, actually.
Click the pic for a feel!
The Krazy Kat, btw, was a popular artists’ speakeasy in DC back in the day.
Not a SWAT team in sight! In the days when morality reigned, the police could be paid off. Now that there’s no right and wrong, they’ll shoot you!
The lesson is that there is no lesson.
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4 responses to “Nonexistent nostalgia”
Abandon soap?
I WANT that machine in the first one. I’ve still got some 78’s but nothing that can play them (not that the ones I haven’t weren’t all re-done on LP’s, tape and even MP3 – but they got cleaned up. There’s something about that original bit of background scratchiness…
Ah, nostalgia.
P.S. In situations of nanny government overreach, bribable public officials are quite often the only hope.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”
—C. S. Lewis, God in the Dock: Essays on Theology and Ethics (1970)
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