Goodbye, Mr. Magnavox Phillips Talking Caller ID Box

Before throwing things away I like to take a picture of them and occasionally write a blog post about them, too. Here are a few words about my old friend, Mr. Magnavox Phillips Talking Caller ID Box. Let me tell you what telephones were like in the 1980s. When you wanted to call someone you picked up the receiver, dialed their seven-digits (ten if it was long distance), and waited for them to answer the phone. If the person you called was talking to someone else, you heard a busy signal and had to call back later. If they weren’t… (read more)

I Just Threw Away A 22-Year-Old Shirt

Out in my garage sit two 30-gallon plastic tubs labeled “t-shirts”. Between the two of them, the tubs contain roughly 100 shirts. Half of the shirts are ones I bought at concerts back in the late 80s and early 90s. The other half are shirts that for whatever reason I have some sort of sentimental attachment to. Some of them remind me of where or when I bought them and others remind me of things I was doing when I wore them, but all of them remind me of something. Also, none of them fit. None of them will ever… (read more)

Sixteen Hats

I don’t remember how or why I started collecting baseball caps. I don’t really “collect” hats in the sense that I display them or keep them in mint condition or anything like that … I just tend to buy, own and wear a lot of different hats. And since one of my 2011 resolutions is to thin out my possessions, I thought eliminating a few hats over the weekend might be an easy place to start. In just five minutes, I identified sixteen hats I no longer wear: For one reason or another, these are the ones I don’t wear… (read more)

More Trash

Couldn’t sleep last night (again) so I made up a new game called “throw 50 things away”. Then I couldn’t find anything I wanted to get rid of so I threw 50 of Susan’s things away. Just kidding. Added one new category to the trash pile (Toys I’ve Thrown Away) and added a dozen or so pictures to the Misc Category, mostly of old wigs and puppet. Sorry Bert, your time had come. (Yes, as a kid I peeled off Bert’s hair and eyebrows.)