Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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New headlines, familiar stories.

A lot of talk and a lot of worries about Ebola. Misinformation and fear are the words used by the Center for Disease Control. Dallas County Judge Clay Jenkins made a point of appearing without protective clothing when visiting the family of the Liberian man currently battling the infectious disease.

But this isn’t the first go-round.

Twenty years ago, Random House published a book by Richard Preston – a non-fiction effort – titled The Hot Zone. Above the author’s name on the front cover, in red letters, are the words “A Terrifying True Story.”

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Preston points out that “none of the living people referred to in this book suffer from a contagious disease,” and that his work covers events from 1967 to 1993. He writes about the history of the African virus and associated strains, and also provides details about the discovery of an Ebola virus-relative in Reston, Virginia – less than 15 miles from Washington, DC.

One edition of the book features a cover-blurb from Stephen King, who states that The Hot Zone was “one of the most horrifying things I’ve read in my whole life.”

Maybe that’s one of the reasons that folks are feeling a little bit nervous about the idea of such a disease landing on US soil.

The outbreak that Preston discusses was contained, but the last four words of the book text are: “It will be back.”

He was right.

If it is possible to have an up-side, the current US distress over the possibility – however remote – that the virus could have an outbreak here, may provide the attention needed to focus on relief for those areas in which the virus has its origin. History is filled with stories of those who won’t concern themselves with the problems of others, until they are caught up in the problems themselves.

I haven’t read The Hot Zone. Used to read scary books, but no so much any longer. Scary books that are non-fiction, even less. Having scanned through the text of a paperback copy on the shelf, I have reassured myself that it has plenty of information that would be of interest to someone, even if I pass.

That kind of Scary I can get enough of in the daily headlines. And I suppose that’s one of the reasons that last night I completed my revisiting of David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens. Mr. Murdstone and his sister are the scariest things in that book, and even they get their comeuppance from David’s Aunt Betsey. The Hot Zone is a little more open-ended.

You’ll find both sorts of stories on the shelves currently, un-quarantined and ready to go, so –

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Aye! It was another time, then…

Before Ronald there was a big hamburger-headed guy in a chef’s hat holding a placard that read: 15¢ (I had to Google the method for inserting a cents sign “¢” – Sheesh. Not on the keyboard anymore.)

I was doing a little research in a newspaper database when I ran across the ad from 1959. The little hamburger-man has on his sign: I’m Speedee.

And I guess that was his name.

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As you can see, some things have changed from that year. The BIG TRIPL-THICK extra heavy MILK-SHAKES aren’t 20¢ any longer. And the dinner suggestion? (The fine print in the ad that didn’t reproduce so well from the newsprint archive.) That reads:

And don’t forget our wonderful hamburgers! Tender, juicy all-beef on toasted buns. Only 15¢. Bring the whole family in TONIGHT… a full meal of a hamburger, a milk-shake, and French Fries for only 65¢

Look for me at Speedee McDonald’s drive-ins, he says.

Since there is little risk of dating myself further than I already have on these webpages, I’ll admit that my earliest memories of McDonald’s were of a location that looked like the one in the image. 15¢ burgers.

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We were late to the McDonald’s location club when I graduated high school at McAlester. More than likely, Tulsa had the nearest location. As an underclassman in high school at Joplin, one of the seniors bet another that he could easily eat a $50 meal. I’m sure he was thinking prime rib or Surf & Turf, and the idea that the bill for such a meal could easily run to that amount.

His wiseacre buddy (you guessed it) stopped the car at McDonalds. As you might imagine, there was no way that he made it through even ten bucks worth of burgers. (That would have been about 65 of those tender, juicy, all-beef jobbers.)

Another thing I’ve learned as a result of researching over the years. You can’t always believe what you read on the internet. A McDonald’s WIKI listing says that the Golden Arches date to 1962, but they are clearly visible in the 1959 newspaper ad background.

Something you may not have known – the restaurant was founded in 1940 as a barbecue spot, by Maurice and Richard McDonald. It was Ray Kroc that took them nationwide and later bought out the brothers.

Speedee was retired in 1967 when Ronald McDonald donned his red nose and baggy pants.

The clown has long-outlived the 15¢ hamburger and the 20¢ Tripl-Thick Milk-Shake.

Don’t have burgers here, but we have some tasty, hand-prepped sandwiches made to order. Don’t even own a heat lamp. And Dustin’s Chalkboard Special today – quesadillas with handmade guacamole and salsa and borracho beans… South of the Irish Border, and… Delicious!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

It doesn’t add up. Not anymore.

In the confrontation between the book and the calculator, it was the hardback that emerged victorious. It was the book that took the dive though, straight from the edge of the counter onto the desktop where the machine suffered the full force of the blow.

It was no knockout. Still, it was a solid jab, one that took out the little Casio’s zero key completely. Alas – the machine was unable to continue and had to be carried from the bout.

A career-ending blow.

And it was an old book, throwing its weight around. Didn’t even suffer a scratch.

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I mention the loss of a (fairly) cheap calculator, because it doesn’t happen often to me. Having had office supplies for most of my adult life, I’ve managed to keep most of the mechanical things functional. The stapler at the front desk has served me well for more years than I’d care to admit.

Replacing the calculator, of course, is a snap. They are so commonplace these days that they can be found anywhere for a few bucks. The new one cost a dollar. Plus tax.

That’s a far cry from the beastie sitting on the display shelf in the shop. That machine is huge by today’s standards and features an electrical plug identical to that monstrous thing that wound out from the back of that old computer you used to own. Before the tablet. Before the smartphone. They called them “computer towers” back then. I believe they refer to them as “boat anchors” now.

A guest popped in the shop while I was swapping out the devices and I mentioned the fact that I’d just replaced my calculator for a dollar, and pointed to the Beast.

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“Paid over a hundred dollars for that one,” I told him. It shocks me to even say that out loud, even though it is the truth. When they were first offered, the electronic versions of the “adding machine” were expensive. And the Beast is a name-brand: NCR.

I joked that it was so old that I expected the Smithsonian to drop by any day now, to acquire it for their collection of antiquities. On a whim, I checked eBay to see if any were being offered at auction. None. Not one.

So I jumped into Google-mode and typed in some keywords: NCR, calculator, class 18-22. (The class thing was stamped on the serial number plate on the back.) Out of the entire internet-universe of possibilities, the total sum of digitized and archived data and obscure information dating to the dawn of man, there were six results.

Six.

Two came from one website, and two from another. One was errant result.

The top of the list?

The Smithsonian.

The second reference? Calcuseum: a website museum in Belgium dedicated to old technology.

Man.

There came a point that I chose not to use the thing any longer, but I could have. It still works, still adds and subtracts. Multiplies. You can see (in the image) that I use it mostly to display family photos, but I never thought of it as something that should be shuffled off to a museum.

On the bright side – next time I hear talk about the old relic in the bookstore I can imagine they’re talking about the NCR and not me.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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