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Flashback Friday


These pictures may have been displayed before on these pages so be prepared for a possible Groundhog Day moment.  But sometimes they need to be brought back just for the heck of it. Sort of like a Flashback to an earlier Flashback.  





The Wombie's 1971 MG Midget.  Marj and Magic are all ready to go for a ride.  It was a pretty cool car, a two-seater, but barely even that.  Scary to ride in because you were so close to the ground with not much around for protection.  He bought this new in the Quad-Cities someplace.  They were pretty cheap (MSRP $1510) so an excellent purchase for a guy who was looking for something sporty on a budget.  It was also a pretty strange little duck, too.  It had three carburetors and three windshield wipers.  He traded it off 
for a Pontiac Firebird in Monmouth.  Seems it had developed transmission problems.



Cruising around in Denver with my buddy Jan Sizemore.  We were students at the same school.  This was in my graduate school days and every once in a while we'd go up in the mountains.  We went to the usual places, Pikes's Peak and so forth, but our favorite place was Evergreen.  A cool, rustic little town catering to the tourists.  

Shorter shorts seemed to be the fashion and I was wearing my fraternity shirt.  The long hair was "in" and this was the time, as I have mentioned before on this blog, that Jan and I were in some department store hunched down looking at something in a glass display case and an employee approached us from behind and asked "is there anything I can do for you, ladies?"   


(Not my photo)

On Interstate 70 West of Denver was the Space Ship house that we drove by all the time.  Apparently it was used in the Woody Allen movie, Sleeper, and recently sold in foreclosure for 1.5 million.   



A posed picture of us boys likely around Christmas in some unknown year.  Apparently socks or shoes were not required, and, for God's sake, is that a cigarette in my fingers?????  Marj was going through her Chinese - Asian decorating motif and Phil, looking quite dapper in his disco shirt and two-toned shoes.  Mark, looking every bit the terrorist, and all three of us in need of haircuts.   



Iowa Wesleyan decided to put me in one of their school brochures.  This was a campus picnic at the start of school one year.  I'm munching a SAGA hotdog talking to fellow Seatonite Ivan Ewing (L) and Tom Neish.  I see I am wearing a Jacksonville Florida Beach T-shirt.  During the summer I attended a fraternity national convention down there with some buddies.  Why?  I haven't a clue.



Don't remember this one, but probably all home for Christmas and Marj probably wanted a record of how clean-cut looking all, well, almost all, of her boys were.  You can't tell by looking, but I think we were all all in the joyous Holiday spirit.  Gee, guys.  Can't one of you crack a smile?

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  1. Tony Hutson - We Gather Together ProjectOctober 4, 2013 at 10:16 PM

    Those MG's were scary. My uncle had one back in the 80's. He worked for the railroad at the time and to say he had a problem with alcohol was an understatement. Well one night he was in a hurry to get back to Galesburg before the bars closed and was already pretty juiced up. He was headed up 97 between Maquon and Knoxville and was moving as fast as that little MG would go and lost it at that big curve just south of Knoxville and rolled it multiple times through the ditch and ended up in the corn field. As he rolled he laid over into the passenger seat. Believe it or not he walked away with minor scrapes and bruises. Talk about tempting death. It was a neat little car up until then.

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