Quality Time With Grandpa

That’s Richard Shufflebottom throwing knives at his grandson Garry at a Yorkshire fairground. If Garry’s mom, Florence, seems too happy to watch, it’s because Richard’s her father; so heaven only knows what her childhood was like. (Photo via National Fairground Archive.)

Streaking On A Plane

Love the 70s streaked hair. And the wide lapels. But neither as much as I love the stuffed dog being stowed away — and no kid in sight.¬† Being a stewardess flight attendant doesn’t look that difficult, Steven Slater.

Via The Cigarette Tree.

Once Upon A Time, You Needed BIG Hair To Move Those Muscle Cars

Also, it was important that the bows in your ridiculously big hair match the paint on the autos you were selling; like the orange of this Dodge Swinger 340.

Photos from a 1960’s Chicago auto show via bondmad2 at ebay.

We Just Called ‘Em Shorts

OK, and sometimes we called them “jogging shorts” if we wanted to specify between the cut-offs and the (admittedly horrid) terrycloth shorts (and rompers). But nowadays the kids (laughingly) call them “dolphin shorts.” Which I completely don’t get.

I don’t get the “dolphin” part, and I don’t get the laughing either. In fact, I stopped watching basketball when the players started wearing those long baggy things that resembled baggy golf knickers. B-ball so lost the sexy then.

Image via Tumblr.