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Does anyone else remember “The Odd Couple” (1970-1974) growing up? I was too young to remember its original run, but it played endlessly in reruns in the early 1980’s. For a lot of us, it was a show our parents watched. It was based on an eponymous 1965 Neil Simon play, and Tony Randall was absolutely a household name.
Hearing that theme song — and seeing those priceless shots of early-70’s New York in its opener — absolutely takes me back to my gradeschool years. I can practically smell dinner cooking in the kitchen.
Turns out it didn’t have a lot of cultural staying power — with my generation, at least. When was the last time you heard someone make a pop-culture reference to “The Odd Couple?” Yet people still fondly remember things like “The Partridge Family” (1970-1974), “The Six Million Dollar Man” (1973-1978) and “Voltron” (1983-1985).
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“The most tragic error into which older people can fall is one that is common among educators and politicians. It is to use youth as scapegoats for the sins of their elders.”
― Shirley Chisholm, Unbought and Unbossed, 1970
Christmas Toys set of four 6-cent 1970 U.S. stamps. The toys featured on the stamps are: a locomotive, toy horse, tricycle and a doll carriage.
What you see below was the holy grail for little boys in 1980 — Wrist Racers. Although Knickerbocker produced versions of these for TV shows like “The Dukes of Hazzard,” “Knight Rider” and “The A-Team,” I had the plain shiny red version.
I got it for my birthday one year, I think. And man did I love it like Gollum loved the goddam Ring. The concept for the toy is a little weird … it was just a windup toy car that you wore on your wrist like a cheap, bizarre, oversized bauble of a wristwatch. Because God forbid you went through the trouble of slipping a tiny toy car into your pocket.
You wound it up manually as it was in its clear plastic housing. And when you wanted to launch it across the floor, you held your forearm down to the floor with that little retractable red car ramp deployed. Then you pressed a button and the thing would shoot across any smooth surface — delightfully fast. (If you think about it, this toy’s design was a slightly reminiscent of the Evel Knievel wind-up motorcycle toys of the 1970’s.) I remember shooting it under my family’s dining room table (the same place I loved to hurl those tiny period “bouncey balls”), so that it ricocheted off of all the table and chair legs.
And very soon after I got it, I lost the damned thing. I was playing hide and seek in a vast cornfield (yes, rural New York indeed has cornfields, people), and I f@#&ing lost it. The clear plastic housing had sprung open, and I lost that damn shiny red car. Words cannot describe the remorse I felt. I still remember looking down to see the empty housing on my wrist, like a missing limb, and gaping dumbfounded at my discovery. And that car was absolutely impossible to find in acres of high corn (even though I tearfully attempted that Sisyphean task anyway).
I might one day find and order one of these off of eBay, just to achieve closure for that event in my childhood.