The museum we went to this past weekend was really fantastic. In fact, the girls said it was their favorite thing of the whole weekend. It had all kinds of stuff. Cars and planes and trains and furniture. I’m not sure where the furniture fit in exactly, but still, it had A LOT of stuff. However, the things I was most taken with were things that I had forgotten about completely but was transported straight back into the 1970s the instant I saw them.
The first one was this
Did you have one of these?! I’m sure the one I’m remembering was my brother’s but I could play that thing like nobody’s business. Forget about your fancy DS thingamagigs with their fancy graphics. All you needed where those green dashes marching down the field while you maneuvered like mad with your right thumb to advance the ball. I’ll bet you can even remember the sound it made when you scored a touchdown, can’t you?
The other was this beauty.
All together now.
“OH I wish I were an Oscar Myer Weiner! That is what I’d truly like to be-e-e. Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, everyone would be in love with me!”
We ate some Oscar Meyers at my house growing up. We ate them cut up in kraut and grilled and cooked quick in that new fangled thing called a microwave oven. But my favorite way was just boiled in plain old water until hot through and through and plopped on a bun with mustard and ketchup. Yum.
Oh, the 1970s. When technology was just getting started and we didn’t know the perils of too many nitrites.
Those were the days.
Not only do I remember the sound that game made, but I remember this politically incorrect hotdog commercial:
Hotdogs. Armor hotdogs.
What kind of kid loves Armor hotdogs?
Fat kids, skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks!
Tough kids, sissy kids, even kids with chickenpox
love hotdogs. Armor hotdogs.
The dogs…kids…love…to…bite!