Dimebag Darrel of Pantera was buried in a KISS Kasket.

I kinda want to do this, just to see the reaction when some future archeologist digs up me and my Kiss coffin.

Edit: Excuse my, Kiss Kasket, not coffin.

If you do, have the undertaker place you face down, so when they dig you up and open the kasket they can Kiss your ass.

Fort Depot

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I used to have a lot of fun with a cardboard box.

The Kiss Kaskit ain’t got nothing on the KiSS Hotter Than Hell Urn.

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Would love to know sales figures of the Kiss burial line of products : )

Think I’d rather be buried in just a cardboard box than over anything with Gene Simmons likeness on it : )

KISS provided fans with air guitar strings - more or less empty plastic packages with the band's branding - for $3.99 per pack.

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Simply genius!

Things seem to be a little hot in here. Reminds me of …….

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Anyone see this movie in 78?

I actually had Hot Tamales not long ago, checked the ingredients, no cinnamon whatsoever!
It's not false advertising, as it does only say cinnamon "flavor"...

Now that’s some Hot Potatoes!

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1979 in Detroit. The local war against disco.

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When Donna Summer belted out "Bad Girls" I was hooked.

Ugh. No disco for me.
I only like New Wave or Classic Rock bands like Blondie or the Stones.

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In early 70s when I was in the military, I took a disc jockey job at our newly remodeled enlisted club with a real nice dance floor. On Friday and Saturday nights the girls hit the club. And they liked to dance. And disco was dancing music. I'm not much of a dancer but I liked the girls so worked real hard at learning how to dance to disco. It paid off in other dividends . So, I learned to like disco.

But at home with the stereo: Jethro Tull, The Stones, The Doors, and all of the others that made my head spin with the earphones on. Moby Grape. The Seeds. I really like just about all kinds of music.

Damn I wish i expierenced the 70s besides being born in them. I would have killed it during the disco era. Lol. I love dancing and singing. Always have. Was in choirs and school plays thruout childhood even though growing up a head. While I don't care for the music, we still have a dozen or so songs on the playlist.

There is no disco without cocaine, and there is no cocaine boom in the 70’s without disco.

I’m glad I only tried that stuff a few times back in the day. I can barely afford my craft beer habit.

Cokes fine. Cheap party drug. It's the rock that ruins the party. Turns everyone into hermits. Ruined half my friends in the 90s and almost took me down. Thankfully I came out on the better side due to a woman

The early 70s were quite casual about cocaine. You could walk down any mall in America and see coke spoons in the jewelry cases in the kiosks. There were Tee shirts emblazoned with the words " Enjoy Cocaine". Even Dillards got in on the action and sold gold plated razor blades necklaces for cutting coke and the general population was ignorant about all of it.

In '71-'72, before disco, I was keeping time with a young girl who liked the coke. It messed with her life and ruined our relationship. One time, to get along, I sucked up a line but it did not get me off. I never had any desire to try it again.

You are correct. It was one big party for the country. Hollywood was going bonkers with the nose candy.

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My ‘83 coke story is funny. An older student called together the 4 of us new freshmen, and he had 4 neat lines ready for us to snort on a little mirror. I went second, sneezed hard, and it blew the other 2 lines off the mirror. The guy said something like “get out”. I didn’t try it again for another 2 years.

I am glad that i did not have an addictive disorder with drugs.
Pinball was another thing.
Though thankfully it is now under control.

Ahhh… the 80s. When even soft drinks had “Coke” problems

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hmm, 311 machines? Yeah, you have it under control

Ah, yes. People protesting in the streets over their Coca-Cola recipe being jacked with.

Coca-Cola Classic !

I looked several months ago and the "classic" part of the name is gone. I have no idea how long ago Coca-Cola revert to just Coca-Cola. I never paid attention

Anyone else read these before you first started driving or even once you did?

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J.C. Whitney: For car and motorcycle parts, JCW was the Harbor Freight of the day. They had everything. It was like looking at the toy section in the Sears catalog.

or this one...

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I always wondered if you used every fuel saving device they offered, could you totally eliminate trips to the gas station?

Seriously.... I had a 1974 Fiat 850 Spyder that needed a new ragtop.
Whitney had them, so I thought what the hell.

It was under $100! When it arrived, I found it to be well made, and fit like a glove.
I was very satisfied with it.
This was in 1983.

Seriously! But the quality was usually horrible. I bought a set of their traction bars for my 73 charger with a 440. They bent the first time I took the car out so I guess the quality is so bad that most stuff wasn’t good. Glad you got some good stuff.

two of my personal favorites from the Whitney catalog:

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JC Whitney sent my dad 2-3 catalogs a month,
they wasted so much money on mailing catalogs they went bankrupt
just after I ordered a set of resonators for my car,

Nice S- - - - . No more hints. Can you see it too.?

Yes

Haven't seen one of those in ages... And yes, I saw that Bruce

I've always been able to see these right away and my vision is crap.

I like these too, the fun part is trying to turn them off if you can.

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I had to cheat. I lost most of the vision from my right eye a few years ago and can’t see these Magic Eye images anymore.

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I know what they are, or were. I managed to "see" one of them one time. The others remained a puzzle

Hey, it only took you 12 years to notice! (2009)

I'm bad news for the marketers. They don't know how to reach me.

To be fair, I had to look that up, I had no idea myself.

Here’s a fun little memory for me... When I was a little kid, my grandparents’ house had a long narrow carpeted stairway leading to the upstairs bedrooms. I enjoyed scampering up the stairs on all fours like a dog. When I reached the top, I slid down in a bumpy trip back to the bottom of the stairs. When my cousins were there, I’d get us all to do it like it was a carnival ride. I found some more ambitious efforts online using mattresses and laundry baskets.

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We had a guy I grew up with in Plymouth township with a sprawling estate and a small hill in the back. This was the one and single time I rode down the hill in a barrel.
Spinning out of control down the hill, I pretended that was fun.

Later, I heard they put nails poking into the barrels and made people get inside as torture somewhere else in the world. At some point in history.

As I google this, I cannot find a history of nails and torture in this way. Poking into Barrels.

I think maybe someone told me a story to scare me, and I fell for it.

As a result, no hills and barrels for me ever. It occurred to me any object protruding would be a real injury on your “ride”.

There was a water moccasin in the lake, too. Rural Michigan didn’t see many of those.

Growing up in the Plymouth hills trailer park was overall a very interesting experience.

The arcade we would find our way to every was cedar point. My favorite arcade midway in the world so far. See attached flyer.

Current favorite arcade in existence is banning.

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My mother would give me and my brother both a ten dollar bill for quarters for the day.

We used to do this inside a sleeping bag. Sometimes would get half way down and then somersault the rest of the way. Good times.