Screaming Yellow Zonkers was (were?) one of my favorite snacks as a kid. Not for the taste, which was like buttered packing peanuts, but for the clever copy themes and eye-popping artwork from some of the best illustrators of the day . SYZ was said to be the first food item packaged in black. The box above was so celebrated, it was displayed at the Louvre.

Here’s my passport, in case anyone needs
ID verification for employment.

This is my laptop. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My laptop is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My laptop, without me, is useless. Without my laptop, I am useless.

I love looking at old yearbook photos. Not of people I know, just random old yearbooks in used book stores with titles like Kaleidoscope 1964, Jayhawker 1959 and Sand Lizard '69. Leafing through, taking in all the haircut trends, eyeglass styles and collar sizes, I wonder what became of these 18-year-olds. A few may have even gone on to big things. Can you spot the famous person on this page?

Back in the mid-1970s, a few families in our neighborhood organized a carpool to ferry us to and from the Shaarey Zedek Religious School every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. One of the drivers was Mrs. Silverstein. She wasn’t the nicest parent in the group and she used to infuriate me whenever it was her turn to drive, because she was a habitual station-switcher. Whenever a super-catchy, top-40 tune would start to play on the Vista Cruiser’s radio, she would give it maybe 20 seconds and then twist the dial to find something else. Gilbert O’Sullivan. Charlie Rich. Gordon Lightfoot. Rufus and Chaka Khan. All my favorites died by her callous hand.

I still remember the peak of my frustration. Mrs. Silverstein casually put the kibosh on “Nothing From Nothing” and I was pissed. I loved that melody and I wouldn’t stand for this crap anymore. I gathered my courage and asked her to please go back to the song. She replied – and this still sticks in my mind – “Really? Aren’t they all the same anyway?” She did go back to the song, but I never forgave her for her ignorance.

The House of David barnstorming baseball Team, out of Benton Harbor, Michigan. These boys could play with the best of 'em.

Cecil B. DeMille's first production of "The Ten Commandments" was shot in the Nipomo Dunes, along California's Central Coast. After the shoot, DeMille ordered that the massive sets be buried in the sand, where they still reside today. Shifting winds reveal acres littered with shards of wood, metal and Plaster of Paris Sphinx paws.

Arlyn Gale was managed and produced by Mike Appel, who filled the same role for Bruce Springsteen up through the "Born To Run" album. When Appel had a major falling out with Springsteen, Appel signed Arlyn, who had a Springsteen sensibility in his songwriting. But Arlyn was no Bruce clone. He had his own style, a great, gritty delivery and unfortunately, just one now difficult-to-find album. Despite his connection to someone so famous, there's very little information about him online. YouTube has most of his songs, though. Check them out.

Jacob’s Ladder, a movie that’s more spiritual than scary. But it is scary.