1977, mother****ers! Chinese Zodiac Symbol: you don’t **** with the FIRE SNAKE OG Star Wars Atari 2600 Black Betty Jimmy the lean Carter Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors Come and knock on my door Three’s Company Janet was the hottest Saturday Night Fever Margaritaville Close Encounters of the Third Kind Feels Like the First Time **** yeah! MRIs Mr. October Smokey and the Bandit fat racist southern sheriffs are hilarious Dancing Queen Ohhhhh Barracuda Hotel California (it’s about vampires) CHiPs Paunch and John Cassette Tapes Trailgangstas win their only NBA ring Roots. His name is Kunta Kinte! Raiders Champs SON OF SAM NYC ARMAGEDDON (no power for a whole day)
Look again for baseball Bro, I've lived through weeks of no electricity here in H-Town. Zero ****s about a single day in NYC.
Anyway, the day of the blackout in NYC was one of the most epic days since I’ve lived here. I saw the character of this city in force.
When I was a kid in the late 70's and 80's, my opinion of NYC was informed by TV and it was my firm belief that it was a dirty, crime-ridden city full of skinny people wearing leather coats, big lapels and big hair and that graffiti and waka-waka-waka-waka-waka-waka dun-DUN music was everywhere. Oh, and occasionally some amazing break dancing. Later, this view was augmented by gangs all wearing thematic clothing. And subways.
I drove a delivery van in NYC at that time, and your description of the city is pretty much dead-on accurate
Interesting thread idea. I was so so sad when the Sixers lost to the Blazers. That Portland team, with Big Red, was a far cry from their later themes. But I still wanted Dr. J to win it all that year, near the height of his powers. Despite being 99 years old (allegedly), I don't remember 1977 too well other than watching those NBA finals and cheering for Dr. J. And playing little league baseball, sure. And reading the books of EB White for some reason.
lol. no, that was about 20 years later. the short version of that story is: was attending a conference in Buffalo with a friend of mine and we both sort of snuck out midday to get some fresh air. Wandered down the main thoroughfare and ended up at the Buffalo arena. There was nobody around outside and we tried a door, got inside. There were no guards or signs or anything that said stay out, so we kept wandering and ended up inside the arena where there was a hockey team on the ice practice (without pads), we thought they were a high school or maybe a college team since they all looked so young and scrawny. We sat down and watched them practice for the better part of an hour. Eventually a security guy came up to us and asked us if we were press. We responded we just came in off the street and were exploring. He freaked out (mildly), said he had to call police, and he had the policeman escort us out of the arena. Cop was as nice as could be, he realized we were just a couple of dumbasses who had wandered in off the street. It was June 1999 and the Sabres had just reached the Stanley Cup finals. We were watching the Sabres practice before the finals began. Like I said, we were a couple of dumbasses.
Dear lord why did they make those poor women look like clowns with the pencil eyebrows, sprayed hard hair, slapped red cheeks, mcdonald red lips and bruised blue eyes. My grandmother has a picture with the same git up, it's almost demonic and haunting to look at. Donald on the other hand, all natural (back then) looks great.
