Throughout my life, Santa has left me some kicking gifts. And one of those was the gift of music. I present to you, theFisher Price Record Player.
Its simplicity is very futuristic. Its ruggedness amazing. Fisher Price knew that grubby little fingers have almost no cognizant motor skills. Plus, this being the 80's, this record player could take a direct hit from an ICBM launched by the commies.
And, come Christmas day, there was only one album powerful enough to entertain me for hours on end:
And when I say hours, I mean hours. I believe that to this day, my parents go blank-eyed and begin spouting drool whenever they hear this song.
Growing up in the midwest, we didn't have your fancy-dandy high-end department stores. We had Zayre where you could get the latest Wrangler Jeans or Conair Product. And then after filling your red cart with bargains, you could head on over to the snack bar for a giant pretzel and a Coke.
Zayre was a veritable Shangri-La to us kids. It had aisles filled to the ceiling with toys. And at Christmas, they expanded the toy department with the latest in children's crack.
You'd be watching your favorite T.V. show's special Christmas episode, when, BAM!, a Zayre's ad would come on, thus reminding you of all the stuff you just had to have.
Yes, they were opened 24 Hours right before Christmas. Now I could wake my mom up at 3:00 AM and beg her to go out and get my loot!!
I am a nerd. No, not the kind that can do your homework. And not the kind forced into giving up my milk money. Instead, I'm the kind of nerd fascinated with bad horror movies, toys, and cartoons. I don't know squat about playing D&D, but I can tell you all about its Saturday morning cartoon. Forget X-Box. I'm talking about the Atari 2600. If my wife rolls her eyes at it, you'll find it here. This is the perfect place to nerd-out without the Alpha Betas or my wife kicking my butt. So won't you join me?