Sunday, July 29, 2012

The Saddest Lunchbox Ever

I've been on the road again, gathering material, so posts have been few of late. Here, as a stopgap, is a picture of the saddest lunchbox I have ever seen. Can you imagine the kid who had to haul this to school during the Carter administration, desperately wishing for a Six Million Dollar Man or A-Team lunchpail and instead getting the Exciting World of Metrics?

Coming soon! More taxidermy (because I know you love the taxidermy) and, as soon as I find a good place to get some vintage glass slides scanned, some really beautiful smutty photos from the 30s.


  1. I think it's easy to trace the trajectory of this kid's life, though, what with the prescriptions, power generators, and race cars.

    I picture a guy sitting in his lab along the aptly named Crystal River, feet up and gazing on the nuclear plant, tickets to next week's NASCAR races in his pocket and the Olympics on the teevee.

    I like finding him here, particularly, b/c Crystal River the city (as opposed to the river) was home not only to Art Fleming, but also to Ted Williams at the time they removed and froze his head, and to professional female wrestler Wendi Richter as well.

    One lunch box, a whole redneck lifetime.

  2. I think that kid is now a computer techie living in my basement. My brother inlaw. Jeesh.

    I rode my bike home for lunch on most days. We couldn't afford the cool lunch box stuff. And I remember wanting my freinds Batman one pretty bad.

  3. Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time in this Blog's long history, an Art Fleming reference!

  4. Forget the mailbox...where's the smut?!?