My friend Bob — the photographer and naturalist and Ignatius guy who took those stunning photos of Alaska I posted a while back — sent me this photo of days when folks dressed well for games. It's captioned "Will Feller win today?" The couple walking to the game are his parents, and he's trying to determine the year — or even the date — it was taken. Perhaps the car, the skyline, the sky, the blankets … anything might help? Any historians out there who might offer some insights?
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the plate looks like a 1949 one. not sure if cars had to change to new ones every year back in those days.
judge for yourself:
main ohio license plate page:
http://www.worldlicenceplates.com/usa/US_OHXX.html
i'll post the link to the plate on the next entry so i don't get caught by the spam filter.
1949 plate
http://www.worldlicenceplates.com/usa/US_OHXX.html
well i screwed the second link up. just click on the "1940's" link on the page.
Ah, the good old days. (When I used to have a job), I went to work my first week wearing a suit and tie after being self-employed and totally out of the regular workplace loop for over 20 years. Never mind at ballgames, I assumed that's the way people still dressed in a workplace.
Man, talk about culture shock. I soon decided to dress like everybody else, because I didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb. My eyesight isn't what it used to be, but I think I even once saw somebody wearing her vagina outside of her pants.
Is the expression "stand out like a sore thumb" or "stick out like a sore thumb?"
Oh, who cares.
And guys wearing sandals at work. Wear some shoes. You don't have to wear O.J's fancy Italian Bruno Maglis, but do me a favor, this ain't the beach, I don't want to see your toes.
Now you see what you did, Pat. You've gotten my blood pressure soaring. You're destroying my health.
the same two idiots writing to another idiot……………………….
Thanks for clearing that up, Joyce B. The sportswriter, terje and I are idiots. Keen analysis. Truth be told, I've always known I'm an idiot, but until now I wasn't quite sure about the other two guys. Funny thing is, I doubt you'll be appearing at a Mensa convention anytime soon, either.
Don't Be Hatin'!
Really … can I just get a guess of the time frame without all this rancor?
1812.
I've always liked that word. Rancor. It's hard-hitting, descriptive and funny-sounding all at the same time. "Acrimony," on the other hand, sounds like a type of Italian pasta, or something.
The more I see this photograph, the more I really enjoy looking at it. It almost talks, with the Terminal Tower background under an overcast sky together with all the people on the ground. A perfect picture of the city before it began to die. It's a great photo, I'm bookmarking it.
And why don't guys wear hats anymore? I don't mean baseball caps, I mean real hats.