Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz…
Oh, Lord won’t you buy me a color TV
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me
I wait for delivery each day until three… –Janis Joplin–
Remember doilies–those white crocheted things on the back of your grandma’s couch and overstuffed chairs. They would slide off and granny didn’t like little fingers playing with them.
There was an old TV show, called “Dialing For Dollars,” viewers competed to win cash. I don’t think “Dialing For Doilies,” would have been nearly as popular.
Before I fire up the grill, more silliness for a Sunday afternoon–a grandfatherly conversation.
When I was your age, we wore real trousers–made from real fabrics.
Wore them with pride. Snugged them up to our chests–like they should be.
Because we were real men–and that’s what real men did.