Modern Drunkard‘s propaganda posters pick up on the WWII poster remix idea.
Sadly, the level of wit in the copy on these leaves something to be desired, even if the imagery does not: see “Fight for Your Right to Party” in the lower left corner.
Modern Drunkard‘s propaganda posters pick up on the WWII poster remix idea.
Sadly, the level of wit in the copy on these leaves something to be desired, even if the imagery does not: see “Fight for Your Right to Party” in the lower left corner.
This post isn’t about posters.
I think you are my father.
Heh heh – I think you were the guy – I told BHSN you were my father after a day of ditching school with Tim & Tom Welch. Then they would call you and wake you up and you’d tell them I was home sick yesterday.
I live in Seattle too – I was banished from B-Town back to Vegas in 1984 so I’m not sure if you’d remember me very well. I was the same age as Jay Walters and Billy Foster….
If you are who I think you are (and you are) – I must say this is quite a blogging discovery.
HA!
A game! This will be fun! I have some vague memory of this.
Yes, I am who you think I am.
I gotcha.
I note that you have carefully not employed your first name on your site, but I think I have it.
I do recall you, but not very well. What, how old were you? Fourteen?
Geez.
Yes. 14! Very good!
I used to wake you up (calling from admin office at school) saying “Dad? Dad?! It’s *ME* and the *SCHOOL* wants to know that my absence was *EXCUSED* yesterday”
And you’d say “Arr…huh? Wha? OH! Erm, okay”
I think they only believed it about 5 times out of those ten.
I practically lived with Tim & Tom, dated Keith Mazer from Indy (who also lives in Washington now, weird), visited a couple summers after then (1984).
I think I have a picture of you playing hackey-sack in maybe 1986? Or no, maybe you’re about to spit water on me. That was it.
Yes, I *try* to leave my first name off the site.
You mentioned Brian dying on your site – is this Brian Friedman? I remember that. I called his house from Vegas just to catch up, and his Dad told me he died, and I felt so terrible – and HE kept telling me “I’m sorry” and I wanted to crawl under a rock.
My 20 year-old brother goes to IU. Small world.
Perhaps we can catch up sometime here…..(Seattle, not the blog)
Yeah, Brian, among others.
I was in the dorms at the time of the Great Telephone Scam I think.
I would see Tim every now and then – he lived in SF until around ’94, then moved back to B-ton. Is Keith related to Mike, or are those different families?
Bill lives in LA, he’s a photographer. Last I heard Jay was a massage therapist in Hawaii.
Yeah, we can catch up sometime.
It’s a mystery! We play along at home!