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Catalogues - I requested a catalogue yesterday.  I don't know if I've ever done that before.  Nor have I done much typing of the word 'catalogue' because it is a very strange-looking word.  Like conscience.  Or conscious.  Can I just type catalog?  That felt more like a breakfast cereal.  Catalog.  Oh, cause it is similar to Kellogg.  We'll go with catalogue.

I remember how exciting it was to get those huge Sears catalogues in the mail when I was a kid.  We kept a stash under the sofa by the phonebooks.  By the way, did anyone else put the phonebooks under the sofa?  Growing up, I just assumed that was where they went.  I'm over at a friend's house and we're trying to find a number for the movie theater.  Sounds like I'm talking about Amish people, doesn't it?  Nevertheless, I needed a phonebook.

He says, "Dude, let's call and see what time Back to the Future is playing."
I hit the floor and start digging around underneath his sofa.
"Dude, do you dudes not have a phonebook?"
"Yeah dude, it's in the kitchen where all phonebooks belong."

I thought maybe he was an alien dude from another planet.  Phonebooks go under the sofa.  No duh!

We made it to the movie, just the same.  Had to leave a little early because his mom had to hitch the horses to the buggy.

Aside:  In my house, any book that was not handsomely bound was hidden from view.  As was the television and pretty much anything that was utilitarian in nature.  Nothing gauche to offend our rather refined and sophisticated existence on Edinburgh Drive.  Sounds kinda nice, doesn't it?

Along that same line, did your teacher in high school tell the story of the guy who was seen throwing his National Geographics away?  The neighbors got suspicious and called the FBI.  No REAL American throws National Geographics away!  So it turns out he was a Russian spy.  Of course, there's no way that story is true.  Or maybe it is true and they reported the guy because he threw his mags away AND kept calling everybody, 'comrade'.  Wore one of those big fur hats like Connery did in Hunt for Red October.  Who knows?  Still, my dad did keep all his NatGeos in the basement.  Certainly didn't throw them away.  In case the neighbors ever asked for proof of our citizenship.

So, the Sears catalogue.  Here's what the cover looked like in 1975. 

What's awesome is she doesn't look half-bad.  You could put a 20 year old picture and it would look really dated but this looks fairly stylish.  Not that I'm an authority.

By 1979, it was getting crazy up in heah.

But I wasn't interested in any of that.  I was flipping through to this section ...

Haha!  Not really!  That wouldn't happen for another 5 years or so.  Here's what I was truly after.

Video games, toys, and sports-related clothing.  That's what I was after...  How young I was!  How silly and juvenile!  I've grown up a lot since then.  To illustrate, here's what I got for Christmas THIS year.

And here's what just came in the mail, just in time for Saturday!

Those are little Georgia Gs

Oh, and just in case you are wondering, the catalogue I ordered was for Vineyard Vines.  What can I say, I like that little whale!