bottlebugs
Well-Known Member
I love digging. I am not allowed to dig in Ottawa without a permit. However,
when I was a child in 1960s Manitoba, that was another story. Digging was
akin to treasure hunting and smacked of adventure. The ubiquitous bindle
was part of the tradition going back generations. It symbolized freedom.
Hobos had them. Running away from home would not be complete without
a bindle. Ask Dennis the Menace. I packed a bindle to go on day long digs.
I chuckled at the opening to Seinfeld's latest offering, "Unfrosted". A young
boy is packing all his worldly possessions in a bindle and running away from
home. My bindle was full of snacks and a bottle of pop. I recall packing a few
small toys just in case. Back then, bluejeans were worn for work and play. My
bluejeans were patched and stained from all my digging. Collecting bottles
was unthinkable, except as a source of income for their deposit. Canned pop
was for rich kids, who could afford the luxury of the throw away world soon
to come. Who but a rich kid could afford their very own church key (can
opener)?
Like my hobo predecessors, I chose the world of free. I lived in Dakota Territory.
I dug for arrow heads and pottery shards. Sometimes fossils would be found if I
dug deep enough. China was still a very far off destination. The hot prairie sun
promised heat stroke if you didn't wear a hat. Mine was a ball cap sporting my
favourite MLB team. This brings me to my ever expanding definition of bandana.
Over the years it has come to be the symbol of allegiance to a team. Teddy R.
wore one as he conquered San Juan Hill. Bully! Gangstas wear red or blue ones
to show which turf they represent. Soon enough, bandanas symbolized the flag
of my country, the scout troop I belonged to, and even my dream land of piracy.
Arrrr Matey! I was reviewing the latest additions to my ever growing collection
this morning. I have bottles and blue jeans on their way from far off worlds as I
write. For the price of shipping, I can pick up treasures from as far away as down
under or just next door in the Soo. Imagine the savings in time and gas. All I have
to do is dig through the virtual world of bottles, bluejeans and bandanas. Soooo,
anyhoooo...I realized that by definition a paper label is actually a bandana. It is
a colourful material representing an affiliation that is worn around the neck.
In the following order, I will soon receive some bottles, a pair of bluejeans and a
paper Pepsi neck label (bandana?). Truly these are my favourites!
when I was a child in 1960s Manitoba, that was another story. Digging was
akin to treasure hunting and smacked of adventure. The ubiquitous bindle
was part of the tradition going back generations. It symbolized freedom.
Hobos had them. Running away from home would not be complete without
a bindle. Ask Dennis the Menace. I packed a bindle to go on day long digs.
I chuckled at the opening to Seinfeld's latest offering, "Unfrosted". A young
boy is packing all his worldly possessions in a bindle and running away from
home. My bindle was full of snacks and a bottle of pop. I recall packing a few
small toys just in case. Back then, bluejeans were worn for work and play. My
bluejeans were patched and stained from all my digging. Collecting bottles
was unthinkable, except as a source of income for their deposit. Canned pop
was for rich kids, who could afford the luxury of the throw away world soon
to come. Who but a rich kid could afford their very own church key (can
opener)?
Like my hobo predecessors, I chose the world of free. I lived in Dakota Territory.
I dug for arrow heads and pottery shards. Sometimes fossils would be found if I
dug deep enough. China was still a very far off destination. The hot prairie sun
promised heat stroke if you didn't wear a hat. Mine was a ball cap sporting my
favourite MLB team. This brings me to my ever expanding definition of bandana.
Over the years it has come to be the symbol of allegiance to a team. Teddy R.
wore one as he conquered San Juan Hill. Bully! Gangstas wear red or blue ones
to show which turf they represent. Soon enough, bandanas symbolized the flag
of my country, the scout troop I belonged to, and even my dream land of piracy.
Arrrr Matey! I was reviewing the latest additions to my ever growing collection
this morning. I have bottles and blue jeans on their way from far off worlds as I
write. For the price of shipping, I can pick up treasures from as far away as down
under or just next door in the Soo. Imagine the savings in time and gas. All I have
to do is dig through the virtual world of bottles, bluejeans and bandanas. Soooo,
anyhoooo...I realized that by definition a paper label is actually a bandana. It is
a colourful material representing an affiliation that is worn around the neck.
In the following order, I will soon receive some bottles, a pair of bluejeans and a
paper Pepsi neck label (bandana?). Truly these are my favourites!
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