Too Many Guys Named Ray & Nobody's Gay

And if Charlie Hughes took the photo, nobody cares.

The Catholic nuns told us about Air Force “cloud seeding” and showed us old films of nukes going off. This is how I learned Howard’s projector bulb is hot, and the State Department uncles explained this is also a good reason to buy a TV station when you tire of burning your thumb on the bigger sized bulb in Las Vegas. Why would the movie projectionist allow me in the room to see how they changed the reels in about 1969? The tired joke is, “They knew who they were talking to.” Back in the days of evil, powerful labor unions, there had to be three guys in the front of the airplane and two guys in the movie theater projection booth.  In my All-American neighborhood, we called the other contractually required employee a “Stationary Engineer.”