Classic self destruction! Excellent piece!!!!!
Good, old fashioned, skater-punk. Always fun!
—Richard F. Yates
Society of the Spectacle!!!
Bowling is awesome, and VINTAGE bowling is awesomer! This blog is quite the project anyway, but when you combine a Way-Back Machine (in this case old calendars) with urethane projectiles, you get magic!
It occurs to me that I’ve never written about one of my grandfather’s chosen leisure-time activities … and if I don’t do it this week, it ain’t gonna happen.
So we head back to April 1969, to a room filled (no doubt) with cigarette smoke and the reek of beer, not to mention the rustle of chatter and the clack and rattle of wood against wood.
April 30, 1969. The Mets and Yankees are both in third.
I don’t know that much about my grandpa’s kegling career. I’ve seen pictures of him lined up alongside his bowling teammates — I’m assuming they were co-workers, but maybe not.
I know my parents had his bowling ball (they probably still do) and maybe even a trophy or two he picked up over the years.
I don’t know how good he actually was … although that doesn’t really matter all that much…
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Quatermass and the Pit (aka 5 Million Years to Earth, for those silly Americans who don’t know what a Quatermass is) is a Hammer Film (yes, the folks that re-brought you Dracula-Lee, Frankenstein’s Monster-Lee, and To the Devil-Lee a Daughter—if you like Christopher Lee, you’ll LOVE Hammer horror movies.) The Pit was unleashed in 1967, and it combines some weird elements: science fiction, horror / spook show, fake anthropology, military drama, and cockney humor. It’s a lurchy film, in the sense that the pacing may be difficult for hyper-active modern viewers to stomach, and many of the special effects are more laughable than terrifying, but I really like the film. It’s moody and weird, and the acting is tense and British almost throughout, which works well in a pseudo-horror film. Give it a shot if you’re in the mood for bad science, bad special effects, and super intense acting!
—Richard F. Yates