NOTE: My name is Mike Calahan and Le Clown asked me to write a post for him as part of his magnificent Week of Back Pain. His only request was that I discuss 1950's America in some form. I decided I would show it to him first hand, instead.
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Vintage clothing becomes harder and harder to find as time goes on.
I was asked to guest post on Le Clown's slightly famous A Clown On Fire. It's a story of me, Le Clown and time travel. Please enjoy. If you don't enjoy, then please just say you enjoyed it because, ya know, I'm sensitive.
Love it!
Please tell my you brought back proper 1950 milkshakes, delivered by a car-hop.
Strange thing about time travel is that you cannot transport dairy. I just don’t get it.
Cool share!
Thanks, but it was completely selfish and self-serving, shameless plug.
So what’s wrong with that?
Nothing, I suppose. Go me!
You’re saying that Paul Anka doesn’t rock? To hell with you, Sir! To hell with you!
No, um, Paul Anka rocks, like, big time. Where would punk be without Paul Anka to hold the reins? Am I right?
Fair enough. What’s your take on my man Pat Boone? Godfather of Metal or Inspiration for the Beatles?
The Beatles weren’t even good enough for The Boone’s backup band. They copied his look, his style, his magnetic stage presence. You know who else did? Axl Rose. “Sweet Child Of Pat’s”
I really enjoyed that
Well written!