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Odd.....I was checking out t.m.resin stuff on eBay just yesterday. I went back a few minutes ago and there is nothing listed. Zip. Zilch. Nuthin'.

I picked up the AMT '36 Ford and AMT 1967 Shelby GT-350. Happy with the latter; disappointed with the former.

Slide over and make some room at the bar. I thought the same. The way things are going, Linear B is poised to make a comeback.

"Haters", "hate/hating on" - Sounds like something four year olds say to each other "Hate crime" - The commission of any criminal act is predicated on the fact that the perpetrator doesn't do it because he likes the victim. "Po-Po" - Slang for police. I wish I had a nine iron, or a two foot piece of lead pipe wrapped in a newspaper, handy whenever I hear an adult use this term. "It's touch and go" - Ask the person who says this exactly what does he mean and, more often than not, you get a blank stare in return. Anybody saying "It's copacetic" and can't define "copacetic". Just shut up and stop wasting oxygen. .

If that putz Robert Moses would've approved Fuller's design for a domed stadium at Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues in 1956, my old man could've still watched his beloved Bums in Downtown Brooklyn instead of cursing the Mets for 54 years.

Thanks for the heads up, Mark. I'll order a set and see if they might work. I don't feel like spending the extra money on a kit I really have no interest in just for the tires.

"Based on" - Sneaky qualifier tossed into the opening title credits of movies which are purportedly biographical or historical in nature. It's the producers' CYA because the person/event depicted wasn't that interesting to begin with and the resulting film is 100% pure bulltwinkies. Think Abe Lincoln using steampunk-inspired weaponry and Star Trek-style hand-to-hand combat tactics to fend off vampires who were sent to prevent him from delivering the Gettysburg Address in a remake of "Abe Lincoln in Illinois" starring Zach Galifianakis. "Results may vary" - It won't work for you. Using "well" as an adverb in ads to describe a person's qualifications for a product or service. "Let's run it up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes it" - Using that line should earn the skevose fifteen minutes to clear out his desk and getting frogmarched out of the building by security.

I received a package from Squadron this afternoon. I was scratching my head wondering what was in it since I didn't order anything from them lately. When I opened the package, I found a free hardcover copy of "M3 Gun Motor Carriage in Action" along with a note thanking me for my patronage over the years. Totally unexpected but definitely appreciated. I doff my Mets cap to Squadron.

A one hour long commercial occasionally interrupted by a TV show.

I'm in the same boat as Bill with these tires. I've got eight AM Corvette Grand Sport kits with the badly molded concave Blue Streaks. I can't see unloading the kind of money that nine kits would cost just to get the tires. So, I'm getting Carrera urethane replacement tires. There are about five or six sets which look like Sports Car Specials with sidewall detail. $4.99 for a set of four sounds a lot better than $15-$20+.

Thee rrrrrrrrine in Spine falls minely on thee pline.

Unless you're Madonna or Gwyneth Paltrow. Spending six months in Blighty made them sound like Margaret Dumont or Hillary Brooke.

Why soitenly, it's the "hoid". I hoid da hoid sloggin trew da woods.

His email is on his "About Me" page at Fotki, Richard. Is his website the same as his Fotki page? promolite2000@aol.com

Unfortunately, regional dialects are are slowly dying off. They are being replaced by the flat, accent-neutral Midwestern news anchorese. I have a distinct "Noo Yawk" accent and I'm darned proud of it. Anyone west of Milton, Pa. instantly knows where I'm from; and, that's the way I want it. My kid sounds like he was a Bowery Boy. So does every native of the neighborhood. It's easy to spot the interloping transplants as soon as they open their pie holes. My old man came to this country in 1952. When he spoke in English, it sounded like Bela Lugosi with a Brooklyn accent. By the way, the Brooklyn accent had its beginnings in Greenpernt in the late 19th century. You can thank us for Toid Avenya, foist base, motor earl, Oil Wilson, kern, and trun a scare inta da bum. It's sad that there are Noo Yawkahs who go to speech therapists in order to lose their accents. They're actually ashamed of the way they sound. They must feel that speaking like a stamped-from-a-cookie-cutter network news talking head is, like, kewl. Interestingly, the closest thing to a New York accent is New Orleans English. This also developed around the late 19th century due to the large influx of people from New York after the Civil War. It has nothing in common with what some people think of as a "Southern" accent. Check out this guy. He's a New Orleans native. He sounds like he's from Lawnguylant:

It rhymes with "The Walking Dead".

The Good Humor Man in my neighborhood in the early '70s was really popular, especially with older teens, chicks and heads. He dealt pot and "pharmaceuticals" out of his truck. He was busted one fine Sunday afternoon in August 1972 while parked outside Dupont St. Playground. He sold an ice cream cup to some kid's mother with a plastic bag containing a tab of acid taped to the bottom. OOPS! Bungalow Bar was a competitor of Good Humor. The trucks were pretty odd looking in a cool way - they looked like, well, bungalows on wheels: This would make for a pretty interesting model. Anywho, Bungalow Bars sold for about half the price of Good Humor. When I was growing up, it was 15¢ as opposed to a quarter. We used to sing a rhyme: Bungalow Bar tastes like tar, The more you eat, the sicker you are. They weren't bad at all; but, you know how kids are. And last, but not least, Mister Softee. Whenever the truck pulled up on the block and us kids heard the tune, we were like a pack of hyenas charging a wounded gazelle to get in front of the line. The Banana Boat was the best.

I remember the knife and scissor guy, the rag man, the junk man, the pie lady and her husband. They all rode in horse pulled wagons, all the way into the late '60s. Oh yeah, the Hammer Soda truck and the milkman from Eastern Dairy were regular sights, too. I was biking with my son one Saturday and ran across this: The knife and scissor guy I remember was his grandfather who started the business! He might've been the same guy passing through Inwood. Mike here, is essentially the only travelling knife and scissor sharpener left in the city and he told me that business has never been better. He has customers from Brooklyn to the Bronx.

I'm happy to be able to do it, Richard. I'm weird when it comes to reminiscing. I can think of something from a particular time and pick a specific date and tell you what I was doing, what else was going on and recall conversations I had. I freak out old friends when I bring stuff up. They'll look at me, start thinking back and BAM! Holy BLAH_BLAH_BLAH_BLAH! "I remember that!" Then, they add in their recollections; and, after a while, we end up filling in any blanks with a pretty detailed history of that particular day. My old friend, Rich Rewkowski, a retired FDNY Battalion Chief, were planning to compile an oral history of our neighborhood, the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, by interviewing the older residents and documenting their stories and recollections before they pass on and these memories are irretrievably lost. Unfortunately, Richard passed away on Nov. 22, 2015.

Yup! My mother was the same. Drug stores were where one usually redeemed them here. Remember the premium coupons in Raleigh and Belair cigarettes? My mother's best friend collected those and used to get all kinds of stuff. She didn't even smoke.

You know sumpthin', Bill. I don't think you're a native Down two, then lefter. No, not at all. You know too many things that a Down two, then lefter wouldn't be privy to.......Why, I think you are originally from three possible places: 1. Jersey 2. The city 3. Lawnguylant Even if you aren't, you should have been. You probably remember watching Sandy Becker, Chuck McCann, Soupy Sales and Zacherley, don'cha? Loved the Automat! The Automat on the corner of 3rd Ave, and E.42nd St, was a hangout when playing hooky in high school. My mother used to take me to the one on Fulton Street, in Downtown Brooklyn, whenever she dragged me and my little sister with her to shop at Abraham & Strauss. There also was a Schrafft's on the corner of Smith and Fulton Streets, up the block from the Automat. Another stop-in-while-shopping-with-mom eating establishment. It was already closed by the time I started high school in 1974. It's a Duane Reade drug store today. Chock Full O'Nuts coffee shops were great. You could find one anywhere Food was good and inexpensive and the coffee was the best. Believe it or not, they're back. There are a couple in Brooklyn and one in the city. Speaking of playing hooky, one term for it that I haven't heard in years is "gig party". That's what the girls called it. They would meet up and hang out in the house where both parents left for work until the time classes ended. Us guys, if not playing hooky in the city, would shoot pool at Ernie's Billiard Academy, enjoying the large Cokes we bought at Mickey D's and loaded them up with Bacardi. Hic! Who's breaking?.

I'd never tell you I seen something unless it was worth mentioning or I was subpoenaed.

Salisbury steak fun fact: Which is why it's a great chalk substitute.

You would've if you grew up in Chicago or Brooklyn. We talk like that.

You forgot "broad".