Now that I'm "funemployed" and have some time on my hands, I have finally begun the Herculean task of sorting through and organizing the boxes and boxes and boxes of crap that have accumulated here in the Vault over the past thirteen years, the longest I have ever lived in one place for an uninterrupted period of time. There are artifacts, souvenirs, keepsakes and collector's items spanning my whole lifetime, but mostly there's stuff that I have acquired since leaving my boyhood home in Connecticut and setting out to find fame fortune in New York City, so you can imagine some of the stuff that's been hidden away for ages in boxes. Here's a trio of minor oddities that have been unearthed:
A sealed can of Popeye brand spinach, an item I had to have since I am a devotee of the one-eyed sea-faring badass.
An empty bottle of Kickapoo Joy Juice from the 1950's, a LI'L ABNER-related soft drink that took its name from the infamous high-octane liquor distilled in the woods by Hairless Joe and Lonesome Polecat.
Lonesome Polecat and Hairless Joe, brewers of potent potables.
This vintage bottle of Trader Vic's Pomegranate Syrup was one of the few items my dad did not take with him our house's dinky bar when he cleared out back in 1975, and it is now faded and what remained of its contents have crystallized at its bottom. I keep this not for sentimental reasons — Believe that!!! — but for the fact that its label is charmingly adorned with a topless island girl rendered in a cheesy early-1950's pinup style. This bottle was on my room's shelf at home during my high school years, followed me through my wild college days, and has been a fixture of the five apartments in NYC that I've lived in over the past two decades. I someday hope to be buried with it.
A sealed can of Popeye brand spinach, an item I had to have since I am a devotee of the one-eyed sea-faring badass.
An empty bottle of Kickapoo Joy Juice from the 1950's, a LI'L ABNER-related soft drink that took its name from the infamous high-octane liquor distilled in the woods by Hairless Joe and Lonesome Polecat.
Lonesome Polecat and Hairless Joe, brewers of potent potables.
This vintage bottle of Trader Vic's Pomegranate Syrup was one of the few items my dad did not take with him our house's dinky bar when he cleared out back in 1975, and it is now faded and what remained of its contents have crystallized at its bottom. I keep this not for sentimental reasons — Believe that!!! — but for the fact that its label is charmingly adorned with a topless island girl rendered in a cheesy early-1950's pinup style. This bottle was on my room's shelf at home during my high school years, followed me through my wild college days, and has been a fixture of the five apartments in NYC that I've lived in over the past two decades. I someday hope to be buried with it.
1 comment:
Great stuff! Hopefully it will be displayed more prominently.
--stephanie
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