Post by ***@shaw.caPost by lar3rycaPost by ***@shaw.caPost by TonyCooperOn Mon, 3 Apr 2023 11:03:12 -0700 (PDT), Jerry Friedman
Post by Jerry FriedmanPost by SnidelyPost by Jerry FriedmanI've never understood why people like cream and butter so much.
They are rich.
I have two lines of analysis on this point, as the high school debaters
1) Lots of things are rich, but butter and cream seem to be an
especially big deal.
2) I've never preferred rich food. (Except I like chocolate better than
cocoa, but I also like chocolate better than rich bakery desserts
made with cocoa.)
Post by SnidelyWIWAK, we had home delivery ("Mayflower", not "Alpenrose") of whole
milk (3.8% even then, IIRC).
Is it possible that I remember home-delivered milk?
As late as 1964 (me, senior in high school), my pal Joe's
dad was a milkman. Was that the end of the era?
Post by Jerry FriedmanPost by SnidelyThe glass quart bottles had a bubble at
the top, a reservoir to make it easier to divert the cream.
...
Is that what that was for?
I think I remember there being a hump.
Does anyone else remember the short-lived Vancouver-based comic series --
one or two issues -- called Reid Fleming, World's Toughest Milkman?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Boswell
I remember it being published and I think I owned a copy at one time, but have
no idea where it went. Possibly it is somewhere partying with the R. Crumb comics
of the same era.
A friend showed me a copy of /The Georgia Straight/ with one of the
comics. I remember not wanting to see any more of them.
When, and how old were you? The Georgia Straight in its early years --1967 on -- was the
counterculture on the hoof. Most of its comics were original, produced specifically for
the magazine by local writers and illustrators. It was produced in Vancouver and I
lived in Calgary then, but on publication day, someone who drove regularly between
the two cities would haul a couple of bundles to Calgary and drop them on the
Eight Avenue Mall.
It would have been in about '79 or '80. In 1950 I would have been 36. I
worked for Memorex at the time, and a cow-orker showed it to me. At the
time, we were discussing 'underground' comics, and I showed him my
collection of /Fat Freddy's Cat /.
Post by ***@shaw.caIf you lived in Calgary then, Vancouver was where cool things happened. If you visited
Vancouver, chances are that within five years, you'd move there permanently. I moved
here in 1981, and since then I've visited Calgary only to visit family, and perhaps
drive to Banff on a sunny afternoon.
I visited Calgary a few times as tech support while working for Control
Data. One time was during Stampede week, and when I got back home, I was
asked how I enjoyed it. I responded that it was pretty much like
Vancouver on any given Tuesday night.
On another trip, I stayed in a hotel that I would characterize as rather
average, definitely not upscale. I went downstairs to the restaurant for
supper, and was informed that the restaurant required gentlemen to wear
a suit jacket or sport coat. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I said I
did not have a jacket with me, and the fellow said they had jackets to
loan customers.
I told him I wouldn't eat in a mediocre restaurant that had such a dress
code, and went across the street to a restaurant that was quite good,
and did not mind my attire.
I don't think there could be a salary high enough to make me live in
Calgary.
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