tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936314.post8535674219744497250..comments2023-07-12T07:22:02.075-07:00Comments on Pop Culture Junk Mail: Time passagesGael Fashingbauer Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720729203329325754noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936314.post-47222331611953930202007-09-14T14:25:00.000-07:002007-09-14T14:25:00.000-07:00Wow. WOW. I haven't thought about calling for th...Wow. WOW. I haven't thought about calling for the time in AGES. In our part of Ohio, it was Time & Temperature: 673-9811 (9817 if it was busy). In the summer, my mom wouldn't let us go swimming unless it was 75 degrees, so we'd call it every morning.<BR/><BR/>It was a cheerful man's voice.<BR/>"The time is... eight seventeen. The temperature is... eighty-eight degrees."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13936314.post-64292531740006737742007-09-12T14:32:00.000-07:002007-09-12T14:32:00.000-07:00I never knew that popcorn was a northern CA thing....I never knew that popcorn was a northern CA thing. I thought the national number was pop-corn too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com