Carbonated water as the elixir of life isn’t a new concept. When the bubbles hit bodegas in the 1980s and 1990s, seltzer was seen as a healthy alternative to Coke, Pepsi and Tab. Everyone was wearing leg warmers, jazzercising with Jane Fonda, doing cocaine and drinking seltzer.
It’s called fitness. Look it up.
As you know from our last missive on this lovely blog, Eleanor and I recently took a Sistory Business Trip … More
The only city built by a woman almost forgot her name. Told via pop royalty gifs.
In 1914, over 100 years ago, the final passenger pigeon died at the Cincinnati Zoo. All attempts to breed them in captivity failed. Martha suffered from a palsy that made her tremble and had never laid a fertile egg. The passenger pigeon was extinct, thanks entirely to mankind.
How did this happen?
Edward Bauer – yes, Eddie Bauer of catalog fame! – almost froze to death so that I could wear my down jacket 80 years later, sweating it out on the MBTA and whining about my eeeeemaaaaillssss and my meeeettinggggs.
The South’s jugtowns – centers churning out artistic and functional pottery for decades in the early 20th century – are no longer. Their wares aren’t hitting the shelves at Wal-Mart. There’s not an app where you can swipe right on your fave jugs. There’s no Bruce Springsteen song, “Born in a Jugtown, USA.” You won’t catch Sam Hunt crooning over your radio about what happens “When You Break Up In A Jugtown.”
What our family dog Jack has in common with the 39th President of the United States may surprise you. Plus, the story of the origins of Habitat for Humanity is as fascinating (and as true) as the story of how Jack once ate an entire stick of butter off the dining room table before our very eyes.
Nicknames are one of my favorite things in history, whether calling the teetotaling President Rutherford B. Hayes “Old Granny,” or … More