Underneath the writings on the t-shirts, we are all the same schleps. Used to be that undergarments (t-shirts) we designed to wick up the sweat from hard work. Now their main function seem to be hiding one's insecurities by bolstering perceived identities. If it encourages communication, however, this is good. Lets all learn "how the other half lives".
Too true. Airports, the great equalizer, are also a great place to experience perceived identities. Unfortunately, my wife steers me away from what could be some entertaining exchanges based on T-shirt emblazoned allegiances.
So much simple wisdom here. Simple but poignant observations about life and people and weather and foibles and it warms my heart just to read these vignettes as I slowly sip my morning tea. ☺️ Thank you gentle sir. 🙏
T-Shirts also launch reactions of no conversations, just cluck-cluck, given the vile words and/or influences plastered all over the front. Pay it no attention. That's not what you went to school for, and....well.... what you have lived for. Vility is not what you sing about. Don't smile on those who spread that crap. Get them help while there's still time for it.
It says something about the value my school placed on history. Our history classes were invariably taught by coaches. One stands out in my memory for sitting in front of the classes reading the day’s chapter aloud to the class. That was it. I recall thinking at the time, “I can read it myself!!!”
But enough griping. As a college student, I can also remember walking the sidewalks in the older parts of Fargo on spring days and being immersed in a feeling of community. Sidewalks had already begun to fall out of fashion in the newer neighborhoods. I’m glad to see sidewalks have made a coming back.
Thank you for your skill of expressing what you observe, and then commenting on it. Separating those two actions show how a thoughtful process takes place, and with touches of humor we are reminded of our basic humanity.
Seeing discussion of screen-printed conversation starters....I'd avoid tee's with "Let's Go Brandon", or red ball caps with letters "MAGA". Definitely losers as defined in "The Art of the Lie".
GK — you probably know this, but the origin of “23 Skidoo” comes from completion of the Flatiron Building. It redirected wind currents at 23rd and Broadway causing women’s dresses to blow up. The authorities had to order young bucks hanging out at the corner to “Skidoo.” Not sure I would classify this as “an ill wind.” Carry on. jpc
I grew up in South Dakota. A rube born and raised under the yellow light bulbs that encircled the murals of the Corn Palace
I left and have traveled a bunch both far and wide.
Time Square is a hoot! It’s not to be taken seriously any more than Dusty and Lefty. It’s a poor man’s version of theatre close to the artful theatres that are at times serious and occasionally fun and most always too, too expensive.
Accept TS for what it is. The embarrassing Uncle who tells dirty jokes at the table and has a beer belly.
Underneath the writings on the t-shirts, we are all the same schleps. Used to be that undergarments (t-shirts) we designed to wick up the sweat from hard work. Now their main function seem to be hiding one's insecurities by bolstering perceived identities. If it encourages communication, however, this is good. Lets all learn "how the other half lives".
Too true. Airports, the great equalizer, are also a great place to experience perceived identities. Unfortunately, my wife steers me away from what could be some entertaining exchanges based on T-shirt emblazoned allegiances.
So much simple wisdom here. Simple but poignant observations about life and people and weather and foibles and it warms my heart just to read these vignettes as I slowly sip my morning tea. ☺️ Thank you gentle sir. 🙏
T-Shirts also launch reactions of no conversations, just cluck-cluck, given the vile words and/or influences plastered all over the front. Pay it no attention. That's not what you went to school for, and....well.... what you have lived for. Vility is not what you sing about. Don't smile on those who spread that crap. Get them help while there's still time for it.
It says something about the value my school placed on history. Our history classes were invariably taught by coaches. One stands out in my memory for sitting in front of the classes reading the day’s chapter aloud to the class. That was it. I recall thinking at the time, “I can read it myself!!!”
But enough griping. As a college student, I can also remember walking the sidewalks in the older parts of Fargo on spring days and being immersed in a feeling of community. Sidewalks had already begun to fall out of fashion in the newer neighborhoods. I’m glad to see sidewalks have made a coming back.
My history teachers all had different last names , but they all had the same first name : Coach .
Thank you for your skill of expressing what you observe, and then commenting on it. Separating those two actions show how a thoughtful process takes place, and with touches of humor we are reminded of our basic humanity.
Love this.
Love you too.
Thank you for writing . . . and talking with strangers.
My dear Mr. K, you sure kicked it with this one!!! Bravo & continue to bless NYC, my place of birth and, thank heavens, my coming of age!!
Hi Garrison,
Seeing discussion of screen-printed conversation starters....I'd avoid tee's with "Let's Go Brandon", or red ball caps with letters "MAGA". Definitely losers as defined in "The Art of the Lie".
Roger Krenkler - L.A.
When you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.
GK — you probably know this, but the origin of “23 Skidoo” comes from completion of the Flatiron Building. It redirected wind currents at 23rd and Broadway causing women’s dresses to blow up. The authorities had to order young bucks hanging out at the corner to “Skidoo.” Not sure I would classify this as “an ill wind.” Carry on. jpc
You report that etymology as fact, but it's just a story. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_skidoo_(phrase)
Every so often the public school kids and the elite private school products will coalesce to give us a wonderful gift with nationwide appeal .
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I grew up in South Dakota. A rube born and raised under the yellow light bulbs that encircled the murals of the Corn Palace
I left and have traveled a bunch both far and wide.
Time Square is a hoot! It’s not to be taken seriously any more than Dusty and Lefty. It’s a poor man’s version of theatre close to the artful theatres that are at times serious and occasionally fun and most always too, too expensive.
Accept TS for what it is. The embarrassing Uncle who tells dirty jokes at the table and has a beer belly.
Wynn Houtkooper