Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tourism at home
I have never been to a Sonic. Apparently there is a new one in the town where I grew up, but I'm in no rush to get there.
For the longest time, I saw Sonic commercials on television and shrugged my shoulders. They could talk all they wanted about slurpies or shakes or whatever the hell they were selling -- why should I pay attention, it's not like I can go there -- it didn't mean a thing.
But in a way, it was kind of cool. It gave me a glimpse into another world where people went to the drive-in and ordered food and drink like it was still the '50s. America was pretty awesome. Maybe not here where I lived, but out there, somewhere, where bright yellow Sonics churned out colorful, um, slushie things.
That's what makes living in a large country all kinds of interesting. I may crab about wishing I lived in a one-time zone nation so every major sporting event wouldn't have to start at FREAKING 9 P.M., but the truth is it'd be pretty dull if I could drive from one end of my country to the other in an afternoon.
Living in a large country not only makes touring different areas a lot more interesting, but it makes the most downright mundane aspects of life exotic.
For instance, when I collected Dodgers yearbooks as a kid, I always wanted to shop at Farmer John and get gas at Union 76. Never mind that too much cured meat wasn't good for a kid of age 11 or that I couldn't drive, I wanted to BE there.
The same holds true today. I keep reading about Meijer's and Wawa from my fellow bloggers. I barely know what those places are, but I'd love to visit.
Unfortunately, you're probably aware of how much gas costs. So I won't be traveling far away anytime soon.
My tourism will have to be at home. Meaning one thing:
These arrived from Greg Z. of Plaschke Thy Name Is Argyle. Mother's Cookies might not be exotic to him since he lives in California. But I'm a lifelong Northeasterner and I still am not certain exactly what Mother's Cookies are, having never seen them here. They sure seem exotic as I sit in my New York hole in 36 degree weather. It's like I traveled all the way to the West Coast to get me some California cookies (don't get dirty on me now).
I've known about Mother's Cookies since I was a teenager because I saw Mother's Cookies baseball cards advertised in a hobby periodical way back in the early '80s. But I only saw the cards, not the cookies So I still don't know exactly what they are. Are they different kinds of cookies? Chocolate and oatmeal and stuff? Or are they not cookies at all but like Hostess Twinkies or something?
Of course, in this age, I could easily figure out what they are and order up a case for myself, and have it delivered tomorrow, if I wanted. But often times I prefer to live in the '80s when we had to stay stupid about things until Al Gore invented the internet because we LIKED IT THAT WAY.
Besides, how are things going to remain exotic if I end up knowing about everything?
Anyway, these Mother's Cookies are select items from the '96 set. It's not all that Greg sent.
He sent a Bowman prospect that didn't pan out, may never pan out, and damn who cares if he pans out that card is all kinds o' SHINY!
At least this guy had a couple of good years. A million different cards for a couple of good years.
The guy in the UCLA shirt, or whatever it is, is very distracting. I can't even form a proper insult of Anderson's 2010 season for the Dodgers.
Starting to miss the Fox ownership days?
There's a Southern Cal native. I bet he knows all about Union 76 and Farmer John.
Many thanks for the Dodger goodies, Greg. Save some Kemp and Kershaw for me.
Cards are a great way to get to know some of the terrific attractions across the country, even if I never visit the business itself.
But there IS a sure way to get me there.
Sonic, if you ever start making cards, I am there tomorrow. I don't care if gas is 6 bucks a gallon.
A watermelon slush and a pack of cards. Think about it.