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I was watching a basketball game on television and during a commercial break, there he was! Starkist Charlie. I said, "Oh jeez, not this knob again." My son, home from college on break, said, "Whaaaat.....??" Charlie was before my son's time, and that led me to wax rhapsodic about how some of the most successful ad campaigns of the 1970's played upon the worst aspects of human nature. Worse, most were aimed at children. When I had finished foaming at the mouth about it all, my son advised me to write it down. Rgr that. Low Self-Esteem: Starkist Charlie, the bespectacled, beret-wearing tuna whose greatest desire, and seemingly only goal in

Hesselgrave House, Part 1 :thumb321955339: The old lady hadn't quite kicked the bucket yet.  As old ladies sometimes do in Middlebury, when they have no heirs, she stipulated in her will that her house was to become the property of Middlebury College upon her demise.  Midd happened to be her alma mater and place of employment for a number of years.  In 1987 she moved to an assisted living facility and thought, "why drag things out concerning the house?"  Middlebury took possession and told Mike to gut it and reassemble it as administrative office space.  Mike sent me and Cactus in with our implements of havoc and we spent a fun week ripping

Robert Frost's Cabin, Part 2 :thumb313855286: I don't know who these people are.  Looks like a school field trip.  Surely these urchins didn't drive up the mountain and walk up the meadow to Frost's cabin of their own volition. Anyway, I was standing by the near short-side of the extension - the wall with the sunlight and window on it - when the deer flies attacked.  They came screaming out of the trees like piranha, and the worst part was I never saw them coming.  I was facing the cabin, sizing up what I had to do that day, and I just had time to cock my head and wonder, "What's that sound?" before they barreled into me, each pulling a di