ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER COLLAGE, ANOTHER PASSAGE OF PERSONAL THOUGHTS

As I sat outside on my little cement porch, sipping on a tad too sweet double double, I looked up at the sky and began to think about things. Things that are gone, obsolete, lost, replaced, abandoned and forgotten. Why do we replace things with other things then secretly wish that those things were still around? Like early 90's music? Or, Edwin French baggy jeans? Is advancement all about replacement? Just because something is new, doesn't necessarily mean it's better. Does it? Where are all the Ford Tempo's, Commodore 64's and drive in movie theatres? I want to get ripped off by Columbia House and eat the stale gum from a pack of baseball cards. Where did all the mid 80's plastic bound lawn furniture end up, and where the hell is Steve Guttenburg? I want to buy a pair of Ventures at By-way and my groceries at IGA. I know that a lot of stuff comes back into style when the circle completes its round trip from obscurity back to popularity, but its just not the same. An 18 year old kid wearing aviators, a pair of Nike Air Max's and a throwback hat --- is just not the same. Where are all the 600 dollar VCRs, velour collared dress shirts and the A&W restaurants with the long overhang where the cars drove up to? Where are all the little socks with the little balls hanging off of them and has there really been a good family sitcom since TGIF ruled my Fridays? I want to drive down the by-pass without stopping and watch a Saturday afternoon Tiger game on channel 50. I want to "Just do it," "Walk like an Egyptian" and use the phrase, "Not," when I don't agree with something and want to sound clever. One thing that should never have been changed are the colours and logos of professional sports teams. There has never been a case where the new 'sleek and modern' logos, stripes and colours were better than the originals. In fact, some teams have started going back to the old jerseys, perhaps in the hopes of stirring up some of the old emotion that only tradition can bring. If you ask me, I think the Toronto Blue Jays should think about donning the old threads, (and not just the powder blues on Flashback Fridays) because I'm not really into the pissed off super-hero, looking for trouble jay that represents them now. I want to buy lemonade from a lemonade stand and waste my pocket change at an arcade. But I can't find neither. Does Old Navy sell hot pink fluorescent body glove t-shirts and where the hell did Boblo disappear to? Boblo the amusement park. I want to pierce my left ear, or is it my right, whatever, I want things to be how they used to be. But they can't and that's life, but I can always sit on my little cement porch, sipping on a tad too sweet double double, stare at the sky and dream, I mean remember, can't I?