Candidly, I never heard of Jett Bandy before opening this pack of Topps Heritage Baseball Cards (with the cool 1968 retro design), but I am now a fan. Based solely on the Brewers catcher’s connection to the Tom Cruise movie, “Cocktail.” Here’s a closer look so you don’t have to squint:
Where was this kind of trivia on baseball cards when I was a kid? I do remember being enthralled by the journalism in annual Red Sox yearbooks, which usually documented every player’s favorite movie and TV show. This stuff matters just as much as the stolen bases and RBIs (for that matter, why do so many baseball cards ignore stolen bases and saves in the career statistics?).
Anyhow, hats off to the Topps writer responsible for this card!
New Hampshire Magazine illustration by Marc Sutherland (October 2017)
Isn’t an “Old Man of the Mountain” character breakfast long overdue?
In the October issue of New Hampshire Magazine, I suggest some irresistible branding opportunities for local schools, government agencies and institutions sadly lacking their own mascots.
My free marketing advice includes proposed costumed characters for Franconia Notch State Park, the Massachusetts College of Pharmacy (Manchester Campus), Currier Museum of Art, the Seabrook nuclear power plant and the NH Department of Transportation.
You can read the full article here.
How did Vermin Supreme wind up getting immortalized as an animal cracker?
Any journalist who’s covered the New Hampshire Primary over the past 25 years has had multiple encounters with Vermin Supreme, the protest presidential candidate best known for wearing a rubber boot on his head. I first met Vermin at a Bob Dole rally outside Milford Town Hall in 1996 and I’ve been writing about him ever since.
I bought my first pack of Topps Wacky Packages stickers when I was in elementary school and thought the idea of calling Crest toothpaste “Crust” toothpaste was absolutely brilliant. My locker and lunchbox were covered with “Wacky Packs,” as we liked to call them.
So imagine my shock when I opened a pack of commemorative 50th anniversary Wacky Packages and saw Vermin Supreme smiling back from a circus cage. How did it happen? How did the worlds of Wacky Packages and Wacky Presidential Candidates collide?
In an exclusive report for New Hampshire Magazine, I found the artist and got the scoop.
The 50th anniversary edition of Wacky Packages put a modern spin on the original 1967 spoofs of consumer products.
You can read the full story here.
By sheer coincidence, I also stumbled across another Vermin-themed Wacky Package from a few years ago:
What’s the woman on the package smelling?
A PULITZER FOR INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM, PERHAPS?
While hunting for baseball cards at my local flea market, I came across this unexpected relic:
How many 19th century French novelists are in YOUR baseball card collection?
Pretty wild that a French journalist who exposed an anti-Semitic plot to frame a Jewish army captain for treason in 1898 could compete for equal mindshare with Mickey Mantle. But in the 1952 Topps “Look ‘N See” trading card set, the infamous Alfred Dreyfus trial had a cameo.
For some perspective, take a look at who qualifies as a trading card hero for today’s kids: Hot dog eating champion Joey Chestnut.
Competitive glutton Joey Chestnut heroically gazes toward the future.
So how did Zola wind up achieving American cardboard immortality? Likely due to “The Life of Emile Zola” being the 1937 Oscar winner for Best Picture.
Might a movie on Chestnut’s performance in Deep-Fried Asparagus Eating Contests also be in the cards?
If your love for candy goes way beyond Halloween, you can sleep with these cuddly Hershey Bars and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups every night! (From Hershey Park 2016)
Are you afraid you will eat 10 pounds of “mini” Snickers and Butterfingers the day after Halloween? Wondering what to do with all your surplus loot?
I will be collecting Halloween candy this week to send to U.S. troops serving overseas. For the past few years, my son and I have volunteered for Operation Care For Troops
, a New Hampshire-based organization that sends care packages to the military a few times each year.
Here’s a snapshot of last November’s packing event:
Founded by a retired Marine, Operation Care For Troops sends thousands of care packages to U.S. military bases each year.
Here are a few ways you can help:
1. If you know me and live nearby, bag up your leftover candy tonight and arrange for pickup later in the week.
2. If you believe that “the ends justifies the means,” then consider confiscating your children’s Halloween candy and donating it. When cute little Johnny and Susie ask where their candy is, tell them it is in Afghanistan and explain the modern marvels of air travel.
3. If stealing your children’s candy leaves a bad taste in your mouth, consider buying bags of Halloween candy tomorrow and Wednesday, when it is usually marked down to 50-75% off.
5. Send a donation to: Operation Care For Troops, P.O. Box 1604
Nashua, NH 03061-1604. Operation Care For Troops is a 501(c)(3) organization and donations are tax deductible.
6. Write letters or holiday cards to the troops to be sent with the candy, toiletries and other items.
I will be collecting candy through Thursday night and then I need to deliver it.
Thanks in advance for helping us spread cavities
on U.S. military bases throughout the world!
UPDATE (Nov. 10) – Huge thanks to the sweet-toothed employees of Onshape and New Hampshire dentist Matt Leighton for donating 70 pounds of chocolate for the troops. Much appreciated!
CLICK HERE to read my first concert review in the University of Massachusetts Daily Collegian. I’m speculating there were no copy editors on duty that night.
The only way to get better at writing is to keep on writing.
A fantastic reminder of that is this ancient music review I unearthed from my college newspaper archives. I was thrilled to get the opportunity to write about a Monkees concert I saw at Foxboro Stadium, although this article is now the only reminder I was there. I don’t remember even a 5-second vignette from that night.
This is a horrifically written review. It’s riddled with typos, cliches and simplistic observations – and quite frankly, it fails to capture The Monkees’ legacy.
According to the insightful 18-year-old me, all three Monkees “contributed to the success of the concert in their own way.”
- Lead singer Davy Jones was full of energy. Sometimes “skipping around like Pippi Longstocking.” And at other times, “marching around (like) Bono.”
- Mickey Dolenz “enthralled the crowd with his crackpot facial expressions.”
- And Peter Tork “gave it his all” while at the microphone.
I guarantee you this was the first and last time that Davy Jones was compared to the U2 singer and the world’s strongest girl.
At the end, I slam the band’s critics for daring to suggest they should play more of their own instruments. “But most of the big time critics love to look for the worms in the apple anyway,” I counter.
This Monkees article is the “Showgirls” of movie reviews, so deliciously bad that you just can’t stop reading.
I invite you to do so HERE.
If I could build a time machine, the first thing I would do after killing Baby Hitler would be to go to Ice Castles New Hampshire in mid-January 2016 instead of yesterday. This way I could have warned the world to stay far, far away from this ridiculously overhyped, money-sucking tourist trap.
Today is the last day Ice Castles is open this winter. If you already bought tickets, here’s some advice: Find your nearest Target or Wal-Mart and stare at the mounds of snow that the plows piled up in the parking lot. They are far more impressive.
Here’s what I thought I was bringing my family of four to see based on the Ice Castles website:
Bait-and-Switch: The glorious advertised image of the New Hampshire Ice Castles (source: Icecastles.com/lincoln/)
And here’s what greeted us when we got there, a really wide but not-so-tall snow fort:
Backing up, here is the view from the parking lot:
This place was the ultimate letdown. Based on the admission fees ($15.95 online, $20 at the door), I was expecting a Disney-quality attraction – not something the guys at my local DPW could slap together with a bulldozer and a ski resort snow machine. Continue reading