Coke Zero or diet Pepsi MAX?

I’m out of my Diet Dr. Pepper phase. I now must decide between Coke Zero and diet Pepsi MAX. You may think my capitalization is out-of-whack.  It is, but that is how it looks on the can. Who am I to contradict focus groups?

So far the nod has to go to Zero. DPM has so much caffeine, I act loopy. Reminds me of Jolt. Remember Jolt? It used to advertise “all the sugar and twice the caffeine”.  The same slogan could have applied to the Matt & Rob Morning Show on WBGU-FM, also a product of the later half of the 1980’s.

Looking Like Movember

There exists somewhere in a family member or friend’s possession a picture of yours truly wearing long hair and a fuzzy mustache. If it is ever produced and published you can compare it with this awesome look. Click on the image for a closer look.

I grew the ‘stache for a good cause – Movember. The men in my office had a few laughs and our girlfriends and spouses were – uh- supportive in their own ways. I came in second in a very tight race for best mustache. I voted for the winner, he voted for me…but he edged me out by one vote. Remember this in the primaries. Every vote counts.

Looking Like A Reject From ‘Fame’

I was a member of the L.C. Singers as a Junior and Senior at Lake Catholic. I look back on those days fondly, but regret some of the choreography. So did the choreographers, as we gave several of them a very hard time. I have several stories from these days.

We would perform at various corporate events and banquets – most often around the holidays. At on such ‘gig’ (we were performers so we called them gigs) our snazzy uniforms were a nearly exact match as the waiters. As we approached the makeshift stage, a nice matronly type tugged on my friend’s sleeve and asked “Could we get some more roast beef, dear?” Without missing a beat (we were musicians, after all) my comrade said “Why of course!” I don’t know if she ever got more roast beef.

Looking Like, Totally Eighties

This must be from about 1986 or 1987. The shadows make it look like I had a Kid ‘N Play. Not really. my hair casts a long shadow even when worn in a butch cut. I publish this for laughs, and to remind anyone of my generation just how cool we were when we combined the Wayfarers and the skinny tie. (Actually, they were cheap Wayfarer imitations.)

Looking Like a Kid at Christmas

I’m still looking for the image of me in my red Indians jersey. But the search has uncovered snapshots I had totally forgotten Not to mention the actual events pictured.

Here I am holding my new firetruck. There was a period when I was between three and five years old in which I was obsessed with firetrucks. I was fortunate, because there was an auxiliary firehouse on my street. It was used to store a spare truck and my mother had access to the building. She tells me she could just open the man door to the garage and I would be transfixed, staring at the truck. I still remember the smell of the rubber and canvas on the hoses. And the spiders. Good times.