It’s about time I get around to uploading some pics from the last several months, dating back to August. Enjoy.
Every few months, I get motivated to sort through the dozen or so boxes of “stuff” I’ve got stored away in closets and the basement. The initial goal is to start throwing crap I don’t need out, but I inevitably end up spending two hours looking at old pictures and artifacts from the last couple of decades. Might as well put all that wasted time to good use then, through a series of posts I’m entitling “The Nostalgia Project.” I’ll be posting scans and pictures of some of these photos and artifacts, along with a few choice historical nuggets to explain exactly what you’re looking at. There’s probably about fifteen people in total that’ll have any idea what the heck this stuff is, so the rest of you have my hilarious, accompanying commentary to keep you interested.
There’s not gonna be any real order to this; you’re just gonna get a dump of a bunch of random stuff, circa anywhere from the late 80’s to present day. Enjoy; more to come shortly.
Fort Erie Field Trip – Early ’90s
I have little recollection of this day aside from looking at some cannons and then spazzing out with the rest of our just-reaching-puberty gang.
Fluorescent shorts were all the rage in the early ’90s…trust me.
A group of us capped off the weeklong celebration of Lindsey’s birthday with a trip to the Colden Tubing Company at Kissing Bridge. We weren’t there for more than 15 minutes when a girl versed in the arts of extreme snow-tubing showed off by sliding approximately fifteen feet on her face. Alas, I was too stunned to capture this in a photograph, but as the blood on her face and the sign below will attest: travel these slopes at your own risk.
Check out a few more pics here: Snow-Tubing Image Gallery.
Locked in the throes of a nasty bout of writer’s block while trying to write another epic trip report for my beloved site, I of course was looking for any distraction to divert my already-wandering attention. My wish was granted when a certain song that came up in my Winamp playlist, one that hearkened back to our high school days and got me thinking. Thinking about a “high school playlist:” the songs the DJ played (did we have a DJ?) at the dances, the songs we blared on our car stereo tape players, the soundtrack of our lives, as it were.