Calvin's Canadian Cave of Coolness: 'Member? You 'Member?

Monday, August 15, 2016

'Member? You 'Member?

7 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...: Hell, I remember before rotary phones when the operator had to connect you. Plus party lines!; August 15, 2016 at 9:09 PM
DrGoat said...: Me too. Our phone number back in the 50s was East5-9970. It got changed to 325-9970 somewhere in the late 50s, early 60s. Big ole beautiful big black phone. Soon to be replaced with a turquoise one that I still have.; August 16, 2016 at 7:25 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: DrGoat, our phone number was 365-W and our neighbour on the party line was 365-J. Those were the days, boy.; August 16, 2016 at 10:19 AM
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...: I need to find and repost the story or my pink princess phone which I loved but was the condition to have the extra phone line put into the basement where I already had my own bathroom and shower. My mom didn't found a pink phone at a garage sale that was cheap and if I wanted a phone downstairs, that was the compromise. So great. You could make and take calls without the whole family hearing your conversations and your friends could do the same when they were over. Add to that a 13inch black and white TV that I won for selling the most magazine substriptions that got 12 channels of which one was French.; August 16, 2016 at 12:17 PM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: NO WONDER your basement was the original Cave of Cool! Every teenager's dream!; August 16, 2016 at 1:56 PM
DrGoat said...: Those were the days indeed. I pine for those days. Wow Cal, you won a TV! Outstanding. We only had like 6 channels in the 50s-60s. One was channel 11 which had Chiller Theater....came on about 11 o'clock and showed all the Frankenstein, Dracula, Wolfman, Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman etc. movies. God I loved that time in my life.; August 16, 2016 at 4:35 PM
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...: I got lucky. All the single men in the barracks wanted their own paper so I kicked ass and made over 100 dollars with the 'pull cans' that had money inside them. And the TV and a Spider-man mirror. I made out like a bandit that day and delivering those papers was easy...like in an apartment. And they always gave me a tip because I collected on Friday night. I could have gotten a case of beer with all the free beers I got offered at age 12.; August 17, 2016 at 11:10 AM

Calvin's Canadian Cave Of Cool Manifesto

I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.

I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.

I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.

And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.

So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.

Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.

This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.