Pervert parking

Yeah. I once dated a stripper. Oh she was in splendid shape. But looked totally different off stage. No makeup, hair tied back.She looked like a soccer mom. Track pants and t shirts were her usual wear. She hated platform shoes. Couldn't blame her. I had to abide by the clubs rules and stay out of her place, even when she wasn't working.

 

We went to Graceland, too. I was particularly interested in the kitchen, being in the kitchen remodeling business then. It was typical of the hundreds of kitchens I ripped out and hauled to the dump, but back then, that must have been some high dollar stuff.

I did one remodel that had the grooviest ‘60s laminate counter top, and I just couldn’t toss it out. I repurposed it and put it in my mancave/workshop. Looks cool AF.

Microwaves went from weighing 500lbs to light as a feather, too. Everything was built to survive a Soviet nuclear attack, I think.

 

I remember when my mom and dad first got a microwave. Pop thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
I remember seeing the early home video recorders of the kind I heard Elvis had. They were so big they took up the whole top of a big cabinet TV. Elvis liked them because he could record football games and watch them at his leisure. When he was spending his usual dusk til Dawn routine.

 

First popular microwaves were around in the early 1950's. As a consumer appliance they actually date back to the late 1940's
Google "Amana Radar Range"

 

Radar range. Story goes that a candy bar was too close to a Navy ship’s radar and it melted. Bingo! New way to reheat your coffee.

 

And nobody seems to understand how almost all of the radar technicians never had children, and if the rare one did, they were usually all girls.

 

Nobody is I guess

 

I was an EA-6B ECMO (electronic countermeasures officer) for eight years. Five jamming pods radiating jillions of watts of power to screw up Russian-made missiles and radars, gold lined canopies, and a slight tingle in the testicles when you turned on Master Rad switch. A similar legend was attached to our job. ECMOs supposedly had fathered a disproportionate number of girls versus boys.

I had one of each, though.

Just kidding about the tingling testicles.