Al's Morning Blog 01/13/23

Wow. Already a Friday, the 13th How lucky can you get? But I digress. Breathing, above ground humans tell me constantly how stupid the "old days" were. Could be. But we had signicicantly more thought provoking names than our current crop of brainics. Casse in point, we nailed every sort of occupation there was. Disc jockey. How stupid is that? We still use it. How could someone ride a 45 RPM disc? Thank about it. Grease monkey aka mechanic. Don't call them one while they are working on your vehicle. Soda Jerk? Better watch the syrup in your ice cream soda. Sawbones? Do not want any surgery today, thank you. Hash slinger? Again, kitchen vengeance can cause death (or close to it.) Pill pusher? could be a prescription for danger. Bus Boy? He actually has his own transportation. See what I mean? Those names were born of class. At least once a week someone calls me a disc jockey. At least they remember. Too many names to remember. Cops were called the heat or the fuzz. (Still trying to figure that one out.) Cars were rides or wheels, girls were chic's ( how irreverent.) No wonder they don't use old men in TV commercials anymore.