Baked plastic amusement.

Christmas of 1984 brings to mind a ridiculous amount of memories. There was the electronics set my brother got (which I happened to buy for myself at the flea market this morning for $3). There was the audio cassette tape that recorded about an hour of the Christmas morning festivities in our house (which, of course, is still around). There was the other cassette tape filled with songs my brother had gotten from our cousins -- the Footloose soundtrack, The Cars. But these are topics for another day. Looking back at pictures of Christmas from that year, I noticed a small detail I had missed up until now.

At my grandparents' house for Christmas, the picture to the left shows me opening a package of markers -- a gift I probably liked considering how much time my brother and I spent drawing masterpieces such as the General Lee jumping over a canyon. But what is that on the couch next to me? Looking past my cool track suit and Star Wars watch, there's no question that that's a brand new set of Garfield Shrinky Dinks!

 
While the original box is long gone, two of the Shrinky Dinks still remain...complete with their plastic stands.
While many people throw away the things of their youth as they grow older, I am proud that these two pieces of baked plastic colored with pencils are still around after almost thirty years!

Unplayable movies and other treasures.

You never know what treasures await around the corner. This is the idea that I take into the flea market that is held on a montly basis here in my area. I've been hitting this flea market each month for about a year now and I've only left empty handed on one occasion. Last month turned up a handful of late 70's Fisher Price Little People cars and accessories to add to my daughter's arsenal. But for daddy, there was this dandy...

 
I don't own a video disc player and I don't plan on buying one; but when I happen across a box of 20+ video discs on sale for 15 bucks and the one on top is the greatest movie of all time, it's time to make a deal. If I have no use for one of the discs, I definitely don't have any use for all of them...so after a bit of bargaining and deciding to push the Teen Wolf disc to the side, I walked away with The Karate Kid on video disc format for a very minimal price.

My wife wonders why I bought it considering it'll never get played (not to mention the fact that I have two different copies of the same movie on DVD already)...but some of you reading will understand. It's a matter of history. A matter of nostalgia and collecting.

A copy of my favorite movie on a format I'll never use for less than I would pay for a fast food burger? I'll take it.

Tomorrow is this month's flea market and I'll be taking my 2-year-old daughter along for the fun. She's as excited as daddy at the thought of the treasures we'll find.

Country b-boys.

I grew up in a small town -- not much different from the one you might imagine John Mellencamp grew up in. Largely industrial and agricultural, my town lacked any culture other than its own and had about as much diversity as a loaf of Wonder bread. Although there was absolutely no urban element to my small town, kids there in the 1980s, just like young people all across the country, were fascinated with a new phenomenon called breakdancing.

Living on the outskirts of town, my neighborhood consisted of ten houses in a row with a two-lane highway in front and a corn field speckled with oil wells to the back. While kids on our street spent a lot of time playing backyard baseball and riding bikes, breakdancing found its way to even our humble neighborhood.

On a June night, I believe in 1983, my brother's friend next door had a birthday party -- he was ten. Upon arrival, kids were met with a blaring boom box and a large sheet of linoleum laid out on the carport floor. This was like no party our neighborhood had seen -- this was a breakdance party! For one night, the kids I'd played catch and traded baseball cards with were transformed into nothing short of the world's youngest (and only?) country b-boys. While some kids tried some more difficult moves, others (including myself) played it safe. With a bandana tied around my seven-year-old leg, I stuck with the basic knee spin. Quite honestly, this scene would have made an excellent episode of the Wonder Years.

From there, my own personal obsession with hip-hop and breakdance continued to grow. On Halloween, when other kids dressed as monsters and vampires, I dressed as a breakdancer. While other kids were listening to glam-rock hair bands, I was listening to early rap music. Most people who popped in the Miami Vice soundtrack rocked out to Glenn Frey's You Belong to the City. My favorite track was Melle Mel's Vice.

Even a few years after my neighbor's party, I was still interested in breakdancing at a time when my school held its annual book sale for students. We were given a day to browse the selections before having the opportunity to purchase books if we wanted. As my classmates and I checked out the offerings, we quickly noticed an instructional book on breakdancing -- but there were only two copies! Although the challenge went unspoken, we all knew that securing one of those books would be difficult.

Sale day arrived and our class was dismissed to make our purchases. Leaving the classroom that day was much like the running of the bulls as a small group of fifth graders walked as quickly as possible towards the sale -- there was no running in the hallways. The first copy of the book was snatched up by a classmate but my hands latched on to the second. It was the key to becoming an awesome breakdancer and it was mine.

As you might expect, however, I never became much of a breakdancer. That's not to say I haven't had my moments -- in particular, one night in college when a friend and I pulled back the carpet in my dorm room, applied a coat of furniture polish to the tile, and spent a few hours bustin' out the best moves two white boys and a few bottles of Night Train could come up with.

Breakdancer or not, I still love it. I love the music, the moves, the art, the culture. With a subculture such as this, if you will, comes some amazing talent. At the same time, however, there also comes some very mediocre performers. Take a look below at a few examples of the good, the bad, and the...um...interesting.

Let's get right to it with some of the trend setters...

From the late 90's, Jason Nevins' video is packed with sweet moves...

Even Mister Rogers got in some action...

Finally, no matter how hard we might try, who can forget this mess...

Ricky and Alfonso stole my knee spin.