Retro Ramblings
The Black Scorpion Saga
In the fall of 1990, I was twelve years old and as you already know by now, completely hooked on professional wrestling. WCW was my world. Sting was one of …
Retro Ramblings
Retro Ramblings
I Miss the Black Fridays of the 90s
I still remember the first time I truly understood what Black Friday was. It was the mid-90s, and I was standing in line outside a Walmart before the sun had …
Retro Ramblings
Freedom From Want
There’s a painting you’ve probably seen before by Norman Rockwell called “Freedom From Want.” It’s the one with the big family gathered around the table, Grandma setting down a turkey …
Retro Ramblings
The Death of Superman
The Death of Superman wasn’t just a comic book storyline for some of us, it was a cultural earthquake that turned me, a wide-eyed 14-year-old, into a full-blown comic collector …
Front Porch Philosophy
So Long For Now: Remembering Bob Caudle
Bob Caudle, the unmistakable voice of Southern wrestling, passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of 95 Saturday night, leaving behind a legacy that stretches across generations of …
Retro Ramblings
The Game of the Century
I was fifteen years old in the fall of 1993, and like most kids growing up in small-towns in the south, college football wasn’t just a sport, it was a …
Retro Ramblings
TNN Still Echoes In My Memories
There are certain things from childhood that settle into your bones, and for me, The Nashville Network is one of them. TNN was not just a TV channel. It was …
Retro Ramblings
When Taco Bell Was Weird and Wonderful
There was a time when Taco Bell didn’t just serve tacos. It served hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you could walk in, order something with bacon, cheese, and mystery …
Retro Ramblings
When the Radio Airwaves Were Our Social Network
Back in the early nineties, before the internet had sunk its claws into every corner of our lives, there existed a magical window of time when the radio was more …
Retro Ramblings
Rewinding Time To The Video Store Era
There was a time not that long ago, yet somehow feels like a lifetime away, when Friday nights meant one thing: a trip to the video rental store. Not a …