Back in the Saddle Again . . . .

I have been very impolite to my reader out there and I apologize. I have not been in the mood or had the energy to add to this blog for at least the last couple of weeks. About that long ago, one of our printers failed and then, after hooking up our back up, it failed too. Six printers and two new ink feed systems later, we're up and running again. It was horrible. Murphy had no pity on his fellow Irishman.

I take my responsibilities seriously and my standard has always been a turn-around time of one or two days, sometimes three in times of national emergency. But but two weeks!??! Gimme a break! Boy, how the orders stacked up, and every day I began by getting out of bed wondering if that day was going to be the day when I'd finally solve this problem and get my long-suffering customers their t-shirts.

This is a growing business and I've got to learn how to grow with it, pains and all. So if any of my abused customers are reading this, please accept my apologies and I promise it won't ever happen again.

I hope.

And now a commercial break:
This to announce our new t-shirt category (drum roll, please): Show Poster T-shirts! Check em out, you'll love 'em. Most of these beauties of yesteryear are from the turn of the century (two turns ago) and are strikingly beautiful. From Alexander (the Man Who Knows) to the Great Herrmann and the Bimbo of Bombay, I know you'll see them and suddenly realize your t-shirt collection is incomplete.

By the way, the first five people who can tell me who sang the title song of this entry, will receive the t-shirt of their choice. It's pretty easy, I just want to see who's reading.

Stay cool! (Much easier, of course, in one of our tees!)

The Gang of One (Billion?)

It's becoming quite obvious that if I were a high school student these days, I'd be getting into a whale of a lot of trouble. So many people (especially high school administrators, it seems) are either completely intolerant of the slightest deviation from the norm, or are simply scared brainless of what might happen if their student body drew the slightest attention of some parents who happen to have the ACLU's anonymous hotline in their rolodex. I suspect the latter.

Get this: a student in North Carolina was suspended for wearing a white t-shirt! A plain white t-shirt - no political or obscene message or rude graphics - just a plain white tee. And what was the rationale of this guardian of scholarly virtue? The clueless principal thought it might be "gang colors" the hapless kid was wearing. You can read more about it HERE but you won't find much more than this.

I was a kid who took my rifle in the back yard on the 4th of July and New Year's Eve and shot off twenty or so rounds of blanks (a very loud .303 Enfield). No one thought much about it because in those days people all around town were celebrating in much the same way. And this was one of my more tame diversions. I never even came close to hurting anyone or destroying anything, except perhaps my own ear drums, although my Mom's patience probably saw a little wear and tear. If I were a 16 year old today, I'd probably have a rap sheet that required a 3-ring binder. I really feel sorry for a kid who can't even wear a white t-shirt to school! (I do remember, however, that wearing just a t-shirt to school was against our dress code, except on Bermuda Days, of course.

I'm further bummed because most of the people practicing this absurd intolerance is of my own generation. What a bunch of wimps. Oh, well.

Here's something much more pleasant:

This 1939 travel poster was, I suspect, designed to instill a desire to head south. An intense, immediate desire. What a cutey! And what a t-shirt! It's on sale right now on our Mexican T-shirt page.