U.S. Invasion of Panama

I don't know why I recorded this information or why I typed it up, but it is an account that brother Todd and I recorded in December, 1989, as we stayed up late watching news accounts of the U.S. invasion of Panama.

Roger "I'm two floors up" Sizemore.

"The president is still awake...I think he'll need some sleep."

Secret objective.

Midwestern Working Class Badasses

This was taken in a restaurant/bar where I used to work in the late 1980s, I was taking a picture of something and the guy in the middle goes, "Hey - take a picture of me and my brothers."

Midwestern Working Class Badasses.

I don't know why he directed me to take their photo. This was before digital cameras and email. There was no photographic instant gratification. Film had to be developed before you could see the pictures. So there was no way the photo was intended for their personal viewing. I guess he just wanted a record of their "brotherhood."  So, I'm posting it here for posterity.  

This is kind of how I imagine everybody looking in the old west. Then, they may have been heroes, or would have at least had a lot more influence, good or bad, in a less civilized era.

Note: The guy on the right is flipping the bird with both hands. "Fuck the World." haha

Garage Sale

Wanna buy a heavily used lamp shade?

Shaving Cream Head

Has anyone ever played Shaving Cream Head?

It's tons of fun, it's almost free, and it's anonymous.

Just run around in public and raise hell with your identity disguised by the shaving cream.

If you're in a small town, it's funny to urge people to try to guess who you are. Nobody will have a clue.

I am the one in the Attakiska Alaskan Vodka t-shirt.

My friend James and I originated this in 1991. 

It may have influenced the later Juggalo movement.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Feb. 27, 2004]

4th of July on the Roof

Fourth of July, 1989: on the roof in Columbia City, Indiana.
Nobody fell off!

At the time, I thought we were starting an annual tradition, but it lost steam after that very night.

4th of July on the roof.

True Security Guard Fantasies

Searched my journals for something on this day and found this:

In 1989 I worked nights as a security guard while I was in college. Easy job - walk the building once an hour, study the rest of the time. There was another guard named Warner, who took the job a lot more seriously than the job took itself.

At shift change, he’d describe his fantasy of accomplishment: a giant pyramid, with a hot tub at the top, built inside his home. It had to be high enough that, “I could see 360 degrees around myself,” so nobody could ever sneak up on him.

He would fantasize that he’d be soaking there with his wife, surrounded by an arsenal of guns, waiting for the day someone tried to climb up after him.

The fantasy always escalated. Every night I came in to relieve him, there’d be a new version - more detail, more invaders.

Eventually it always returned to the same ending: movement in the periphery, Warner stepping out of the hot tub, his wife tying a towel around his waist to cover his privates (for the movie cameras, I assume) and continually handing him fresh ammunition, and him just standing there blasting away, determined to defend his hot tub pyramid lifestyle.

He genuinely thought it would make a great screenplay and wanted me to ask around about it. I remember thinking: “wtf?”

I wrote this down in 2005 because I love human stupidity and didn’t want to forget about this.

Werner's fantasy love-spa.

Werner's action sequence.

Thirty-seven years later, A.I. successfully rendered the pictures I’d always had in my head.

Hell yes. Just like I imagined it!!

Batman Cinnamon Twists @ Taco Bell

In 1989, Taco Bell promoted the Batman movie with cinnamon twists.

I held on to this packaging until digital technology made it feasible to scan it.

How To Eat a Soft Taco

From Taco Bell, probably the late 1980s, possibly very early 1990s, but I think it was the late '80s.

These helpful instructions were printed on Taco Bell's soft taco wrappers:

Taco Bell: How to eat a Soft Taco.

How to eat a Soft Taco without the mess!

   1. Leave Taco in Pocket Wrap until ready to enjoy!

   2. Unfold wrap to expose just enough Taco for a bite or two.

   3. Keep folding away wrap until each delicious bite is gone.

I don't eat them this way, I'm afraid of biting into paper.  I completely unwrap it and risk the mess.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Mar. 9, 2004]

Medical Marvel

This drawing was on a notepad in the Gripco guard desk, so I would see it every time I worked.  I think I cropped it to remove phone numbers and names that were surrounding it.

I think it started as a weird design, then had a head and body added around it.  Somebody  must have thought it looked like a surgery and labelled it, "medical marvel."  

Pretty weird. Pretty worth saving.

"Medical Marvel."

Artist's Depiction

This is a drawing of what I looked like my senior year of high school. It is pretty accurate and was drawn by my girlfriend at the time (1988 or -89).  

"Doh" is something we would say when we were otherwise at a loss for words. I know Homer started saying on The Simpsons, which aired in 1989, so maybe it was out there in the collective unconscious back then. I learned if from my friend Julie who reported that is what her little sister said when she accidentally knocked over the salad bar at Rax. We did not say it fast, like Homer Simpson does ("DOH!). We said it more drawn out and bewildered ("Doooh) like, "wow" or "uh oh."

Me circa 1988-89.

Lady Down

Lady on the ground, directing the action at Dad & Brenda's wedding, 1989.

Leap Froggin'

Spontaneous game of leap frog outside the venue while waiting for Jack's band to play.

Leap froggers.

Shriner Autograph Collection

In 1988, I attended the annual Tarzan Zerbini Circus in Fort Wayne, Indiana, an event hosted by the Mizpah Indiana Shriners. Upon entering the arena, each attendee received a program filled with advertisements and information about the circus. The opening pages featured yearbook-style photographs of various Shriner officials, many of whom were present at the event that evening.

After the circus ended, I decided to stick around, program in hand, hoping to collect their autographs:

As esoteric as they may appear, the Shriners were all pretty down to earth guys...not very mysterious or confounding at all.

 

The only autograph missing from my collection is Mick Ulmer, "Oriental Guide;" so if anybody knows him, hook me up.

Comments from original post on I'm Nacho Steppinstone:

"And they really DO look all mysterious and oriental!!! Absolutely NOT like average office guys only with stupid hats on,nooooo." - Sandra

"Hey, Jonnie- Mick Ulmer lives right here in Bluffton, Indiana. That is, he used to." - Andi

"WOW!!! Does he live in a castle?" - Jonnie

Dick the Bruiser

Dick the Bruiser was a famous regional wrestler in the late 1970s and early 1980s, before the WWF bought out all the regional wrestling districts and brought them under one corporate umbrella.

As Hulk Hogan began appearing everywhere, the old-timers, like Dick the Bruiser, were relegated to wrestling in small-town high school gyms.

That’s how we had the chance to meet him in the late 1980s:

Meeting the legendary Dick the Bruiser.

Dick the Bruiser was a huge deal in the Midwest, and it was both a mixed blessing and a tragedy to see him wrestling in a small Indiana high school gym after the WWF effectively left him jobless.

Gilliomville Message Board commentary on Dick the Bruiser:

Remember when we went to that wrastlin' match at the Fort Wayne Coliseum when we were little kids? That was when Dick the Bruiser was a regional celebrity and his fights were still on TV, right before WWF took over everything.

I remember during one of the matches, someone tried to sneak a blackjack into the ring. I had never even heard of one before. Uncles Jon and Rick had to explain what it was. It was a few years later before I figured out the whole thing was part of the show. 

It was Dick the Bruiser that got smacked with the blackjack. After the show the fans just swarmed him, and we got close enough to Dick the Bruiser to see these little marks the blackjack left all over him. That made me think it was real. 

There was also a guy carrying around a HUGE bone. That was Leon Redbone! He'd jump of the corner rungs and smack people with that big bone. Then a guy from the audience went after Leon's red bone. I thought he was an old man, and I remember him kind of hunched forward pointing, and he kept saying, "He's got the stick. He's got the stick." I'm not sure that was part of the show or not. 
In the late 1980s, Dick the Bruiser was still wrestling, but the show was in our high school gymnasium, instead of on TV. In the heyday of professional wrestling, poor Bruiser was wrestling at high schools! It makes me sick. 

Hulk Hogan ruined Dick the Bruiser. But still, I bet he could have joined on with WWF if he would have wanted to. Why do you think he didn't? 

About 5 years ago I was reading an interview with some old wrestler who was doing a guest referee stint for the WWF. An interviewer asked him, "What was the worst thing you had to smell during your career as a professional wrestler?" His answer: "Dick the Bruiser". I thought that was a pretty strong statement considering I hadn't seen Dick the Bruiser's name in print since I was a kid at one of his shows. Then here's this old timer who'd seen it all and the worst thing he'd smelled was Dick the Bruiser? Come on! I think he had it in for him. He couldn't have smelt THAT bad! 

I just heard a great story about Dick the Bruiser. The Bruiser lived in a pretty nice neighborhood and liked to stir things up. Sometimes when he came home drunk, he liked to put on one of his wife's dresses and wigs and get on his motorcycle and tear through people's yards in the middle of the night. Supposedly, no one ever complained or called the police. Maybe the skid marks Dick left on people's sidewalks added to the value of their property. 

Lunch Time

Me, Duane, Jack, and Tony T. having lunch @ Columbia City Joint High School.

Juggernaut

My first memorable car was affectionately nicknamed The Juggernaut.

It was a massive, nearly indestructible beast that had somehow been driven by a tiny old lady since the 1970s.

The car was undeniably badass, and I loved driving it.

The Juggernaut.

One other notable feature of The Juggernaut was the top of its front windshield. It must’ve leaked at some point, because there was a thick line of yellowed foam sealant running across the top, held together with a generous amount of duct tape.

This detail is clearly visible in a photo of James A. and me going through the McDonald’s drive-thru—James wearing a rubber Man-at-Arms mask from Masters of the Universe.

Taking the Juggernaut to McDonalds, late 1980s.

Enhanced Peanuts

Peanuts strip customized my James A.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, Jan. 8, 2005]

Seyfert's Potato Chips

[Compiled from various posts on the Gilliomville message board, contributed by various Gillioms and Franks]:

Can you still get Seyfert's potato chips in Missouri? The Fort Wayne plant is apparently no more, but their main office was in Missouri. It sucks that all the little regional brands are disappearing.

In 1992 Adam and Abby wore red t-shirts saying:  "My DAD works at Seyfert's.”

I remember Rick worked for Seyfert's!  David Letterman featured Myrtle Young as a guest a number of times in the late 1980s - she was an old lady who worked at the Fort Wayne Seyfert's plant and would save all the chips that looked like objects or celebrities. So, she would come on Letterman and share different chips of note. Uncle Rick got me her autograph one year and I still have it.

Myrtle Young autograph.

Seyfert's was the main chip in the Midwest.

I never ate Lays until they totally crowded Seyfert's out of business.

Seyfert's BBQ were the best BBQ chips around.

Jonnie Greeter

Welcoming people to the mall while standing on a trash can in the late 1980s.

Jonnie Good Times.

Restroom Damage, 1988

I admit it; it was me.

Also, being able to print a custom sign like this on a computer was revolutionary in the 1980s. I bet the teacher who created it was happy for the opportunity.