Today we have thrift-store / Hunt & Gather / Postcard show cast-off photos. They deserve one more moment in the light before they're packed away for another few decades, then find their way back into the Great Stream, or are thrown out for good.

It's a tiny picture, and I scanned it high to see if I could find anything.

Zoom in, and personalities emerge.

The same outing, I presume, a happy day at the lake Kodaked to save the memories:

You can almost hear them from the distance of a century:

Who knows, maybe they were laughing and grinning the next second.

Snapshots can lie. Or show a plain and obvious truth, of course. What a story you could infer from this one - the beautiful but spoiled and moody girl, the plain but common-sense one who was constantly exasperated by her friend's attitude.

The class of 1936!

People were old early back then! Kidding. Reunion pic.

I'm calling the standard bearers here as twins. The one on the left seems to be a professional Tommy Smothers impersonator.

Almost gone. Almost.

No names on the back, of course, because why would you? Everyone who needed to know who they were, knew.

Something unusual: a commercial setting, an interior, some guys . . .


. . . and a clue.

That's all we need.


Headline: Waterloo barber duo retires after 50-plus years each in the trade.

Werner Meyer and Eddie Halvorson, co-owners of Zarifis Barber Shop at Ridgeway Plaza, are retiring. They've been cutting hair for most of their 50-plus-year careers at the shop and have owned the place for more than 20 years.

A 22-year old entrepreneur bought it.

We can speculate for a long, long time about A) the decisions to arrange the room thus, and B) the object on the floor.


What I just realized: growing up, we had a similiar fireplace kit.

Hadn't thought of that for 20 years.






Daily News, sixty years ago today. Dull front page. Some items of interest, though:

How'd the Senior make the pile the son squandered?

Chauncey Milton "Chance" Vought (February 26, 1890 in Long Island, New York – July 25, 1930) was an American aviation pioneer and engineer, who was the co-founder of the Lewis and Vought Corporation with Birdseye Lewis.

He died from sepsis. Text of the story above:

After a comparatively brief life in which his inherited millions failed to guarantee his health or marital happiness, Chance M. Vought Jr. will be buried following funeral services Monday in St. Thomas Church on Fifth Ave.

Vought died Thursday in University Hospital. He had spent most of the last two years of his life in jail for failure to support his estranged wife. His lawyer claimed Vought was destitute, "a charity case.”

The other story:

  Keeler and “Lucky” Gordon.

This is typical of the critics of the day: no sir, they didn’t care for this coddling crap:

If you must, and you probably won't:

Here’s the cop: whew! You get the tough but sympathetic and human one.

The condition of the print makes Ed look as if he was standing sideways by the window when the A-bomb went off.

Hold on a second:

So what of it? It’s standard Williams for the mid-60s, and of course that means we heartily approve.

  You can certainly hear his style.

The ending fanfare was familiar to all of us growing up. Even though we never quite understood the weird Van Allen Belts.

Ah: an ad for paradise. Shirley, Long Island.

Let’s see how it’s doing now:

It looks like a nice post-war suburb, full of ramblers. But I can’t explain this, on the tip of the town near the ocean.

At first I thought they were streets, but it looks to be canals, right? Irrigation? Wetlands?

One more story:

The wikipedia page says he was arrested after the act. The news story of the day says he was arrested before.

Someone’s wrong.

These are just comically easy. Literally, I guess.

Wait a minute, did I say easy?