As a curmudgeon, I can whine with the best of them. And, after a lot of whining, I GOT THE USE OF THE CURMUDGEON REPOR SITE BACK.
So you can let this site go - all future action will be back on familiar Curmudgeon Repor turf: Curmudgeonrepor.blogspot.com.
Sorry for all the interim confusion. Blame fractious curmudgeons.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Pneumatic Tubes
We old farts fondly remember those magical vacuum tube systems in department stores. The kindly sales lady filled out your purchase form, took your money, placed it in a space-age doohickey and whoosh it would zip away.
I never thought much of where it zipped. All I knew was that your change would come whizzing back and off you'd go.
For a kid, it was magic. Clearly, for the central operator, it was Frankenstein.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Monkeys
The poor monkeys arrived in plain cardboard boxes, apparently an acceptable packaging scheme of the day. Astonishingly they do seem in generally good health.
The kid on the right is rightly happy with his monkey, which looks robust. The kid on the left got one that seems to be clinging to life. But these little guys were tossed in packages, thrown on a ship aimed for the U.S. Of A.
These were the 20s. Anything goes.
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