The Nostalgia Project, Pt. 1

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.

fort erie

Fluorescent shorts were all the rage in the early ’90s…trust me.

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An eclectic day that calls for three images. The first needs no explanation.

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That creep Hugh Jackman won’t stop staring at me.

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It’s bad enough I had to even enter the Walden Galleria mall, suffering eight aneurysms while inside, but the checkout person at Sears forgot to remove the plastic security device that is apparently filled with glass and ink that will shatter should I try and remove it myself. Thus, another trip to the mall is in order. Kill me.

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And yes, for all of you thinking I’m a jean-thieving bandit, I have a receipt.

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I’ve never been as close to murdering someone as at Wegman’s this afternoon. One woman, apparently unfamiliar with the standard layouts of grocery stores across the country, literally kept going around in circles with her cart, head swiveling back and forth as she struggled to figure out where the Ovaltine was.

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