So, awhile back I'd dried some sheets on the line in the basement, and asked Tom to come help me fold them, if he had the time.
As he came down the basement stairs, he was singing "If you've got the time, We've got the beer... Miller Beer."
For some reason that touched off a whole nostalgia fest about bad beer and wine jingles we remembered from our 1970s childhoods:
"Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special.... Tonight, let it be Lowenbrau."
"Head for the mountains, Head for Busch Beer."
...and of course,
"Riunite on ice, Reunite--that's nice. Riunite, Riunite, on ice!"
and the immortal slogan, "We will sell no wine before its time." Sadly, an entire generation only knew Orson Welles from those Paul Masson wine ads. It was kind of a shock to see the handsome young version of him in movies later on.
Which leads us to wonder: thirty years or so from now, will the kids of today be folding sheets and singing "Viva, Viagra"?