Throwback Thursday: This McDonald’s Dollar Menu!

Ah, the halcyon days of yore — when the unhealthiest food you could eat was also the cheapest.  (Nowadays, you’ve got to be fairly RICH to harden your arteries properly.)  Another reason why the 1990’s were the goddam AWESOMEST decade.

I was a big fan of McDoubles back in the day.  I’d buy five or six at a time, eat two, and throw the remainder into the fridge for later.  Dollar-sundaes were kinda nice too.

Taco Bell was another fast food chain with some super-low prices.  I remember rolling out of the dorm half-asleep on a Sunday morning, and riding along with another hungry student to the “Taco Hell” on Route 1 in Fredericksburg (just before Falmouth Bridge.)

Beef Meximelts were $1.50 a piece, if memory serves.  And we don’t have those at ALL, today — they were discontinued!

It occurs to me only as I write this that this entire post is really just today’s version of our parents’ nostalgia in the 1980’s.  (Do any other GenXers remember them talking about how candy and soda and double-feature matinee once cost … I dunno, a fifty cents or something?)



Cover to “Thriller” #1, Trevor von Eden, 1983

DC Comics.

Version 1.0.0

Spillwords Press features my humorous love poem, “Accident Allison!”

Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.

And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!

See for yourself!



 

Illustration by Franklin Booth for Bliss Carman’s “Echoes from Vagabondia,” 1912

“She rose and wandered—-kissed her strange children—Crept to the door and fled—-Back to the forest.”

Critterwatch 2026.

For those of you playing along at home, I also saw a catbird on Sunday.

Next spring, we should all start out with a bingo card or something.



 

“Landscape with the Ruins of the Castle of Egmond,” Jacob van Ruisdael, circa 1655

Oil on canvas.

Cover to Robert A. Heinlein’s “Stranger In a Strange Land,” art by James Warhola, 1987

Ace.  The original painting, which is quite beautiful, can be found here.

Warhola is the nephew of Andy Warhol.



You heard it here first.

The woman I love is a bewitching poet.  Mark my words — someday, when she no longer hides her light under a bushel, countless people will find themselves captivated by her talents.

She so naturally places her fingertips upon metaphors and similes that they seem like reflexive second languages to her.  They punctuate her speech and writing effortlessly — and lyrically.  If ever there were someone who was meant to be a poet, it’s her.



 

Sinclair sign in Winchester, Arkansas, photo by Infrogmation, 1989

Photo credit: Infrogmation, CC BY 2.5 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

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