Annoyed that I couldn’t find the style of shorts I was looking for in menswear, I went to the women’s rack. Success! Who knew I was size 12? (That’s UK, thank you very much.)
Why is the button slot on the right? Are girls wrong-handed? Must ask wife, she seems normal enough.
When a show called “V delicious” came to Olympia, the gods decreed it a greens zone suitable for foraging.
The chatty confessions started almost immediately: “My name is Karen and I’m not a vegetarian. But I heard there was free food…”
No, food.
Sausages! That’s more like it. So, what’s the secret ingredient?
The secret ingredient is love? How sweet. Love and methyl cellulose.
The toothpicks were edible, too. And hygenic.
The helmet was for diving head first into the crowds.
Buskers were allowed as long as they were organic.
Workshops were available on how to make money from stretching.
There was brisk business from those who couldn’t afford myrrh.
Passive exercising is a real growth industry.
Admitting gluten intolerance proved joyfully cathartic for some, shaming for others.
Taking orders for personal hovercraft.
Research shows you can eat more in bed if you have a lap.
They have healing powers, but as a side effect they make you feel old.
What the vegan police wear when they walk their beat.
The Corrupt Sweet Potato, the stall across the way, was proving a bigger draw.
It was tacitly understood the judges could be swayed by a little extra frosting.
Too many burnt tongues.
Massage was available to those who could prove need.
VIPs got allotments.
More popular than the lima variety.
It’s not easy being green, as this once bountiful salad shriveled by an omnivorous public’s hostility shows.
Ah, 1973.
Richard Nixon is inaugurated for his second term.
The Paris Peace Accords are signed.
Ohio becomes the first US state to post distance in metric on signs. (How’s that going, Ohio?)
Pink Floyd, not satisfied that they have exhausted their creative potential with Bike, releases The Dark Side of the Moon.
The Godfather wins the best picture Oscar.
Picasso dies.
Pioneer 10 sends back the first close-up images of Jupiter.
Former White House aide Alexander Butterfield spills the beans about the president’s greatest hits collection on tape. As Watergate starts simmering, Nixon tells a pack of Associated Press editors “I am not a crook.”
O.J. Simpson becomes the first running back to rush for 2,000 yards in a pro football season; he will offer a similar plea some years later.
Elvis Presley’s concert Aloha From Hawaii is watched by more people via telecast than tuned into the moon landings. He wears the same suit that Buzz Aldrin wore.
Elizabeth II opens London Bridge III.
IDEAL Toys debuts the Evel Knievel stunt-cycle, a best seller.
Billie Jean King defeats Bobby Riggs in the battle of the sexes.
Wyoming (official nickname: ‘The Equality State’; unofficial nickname: ‘The most perfectly rectangular state after Colorado’) becomes the first state of the union of the year to ratify the ultimately unsuccessful Equal Rights Amendment.
Papua New Guinea gives Australia the finger.
it’s on their flag
OPEC doubles the price of crude oil.
The Supremes decide in Roe v. Wade that privacy extends to the womb until the little blighter is feeling viable.
The Young and the Restless debuts on CBS. In Belgium Les Feux de l’Amour runs 3 years behind, so no spoilers please.
The existence of a 18½-minute gap is revealed in The Dark Side of the Moon.
The Soviet Mars 5 space probe is launched; discovers life on Mars.
The DEA is founded.
Tiny Tim goes a-wandering to a bike shop.
Crossposted as a public service to Generation Y, to help them more fully appreciate the decade which preceded their zygotehood.
I have no idea how well the US is doing in the World Cup. [Just checked. Eliminated in the 16th round by Belgium. BELGIUM. I sense the security alert needs to go to condition purple for possible Flemish agitators.] Here’s old glory hallelujah on display in the village. Before flags started getting knocked off it looked like the East Sussex branch of the UN.
The fence is to discourage immigration from West Sussex, a well known breeding ground of malcontents, high plains drifters and fly-tippers.
That’s the Colombian flag underneath. Gotta say guys, the RYB color model, all stripes no pizzazz, is snoozeworthy. Not that the primary colors are any great shakes either. The Gambia, I’m looking at you.
