Tuesday, November 14, 2006

An Ode to Strike Anywhere Matches

I was exiting a very old hardware store in Davis Square this morning (I lost my office key (for a second time!) and needed to have a new one made sans Hahvaad's awareness) and noticed these small cross-hatched plates screwed into the wall, about five feet off the ground. Some history-minded clerk explained that they had been there since the 40s and were there for one to light a match on. That is, as you exited the store, you'd strike your match on the cross-hatched plate, light your cigarette, and step out into the New England sun. This was undoubtedly a much needed reminder that the 1940s was truly the coolest decade of them all.
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