The Amphicar -- which is both a bad car and a bad boat

The Flying Car -- which is both a bad car and a bad airplane

The Flying Sub -- the US Navy actually spent money to develop this turkey

Smokeless Cigarettes -- not that tobacco is bad for you, as RJR assures us

New Coke -- a marketing phoenix or roasted chicken?

Fallout Shelters -- take the fun out of survival

The Edsel -- synonymous with failure

Kudzu -- if this was the answer, what was the problem? and did we need to solve it?

and Live Goldfish Swallowing -- no comment

The only thing missing from this list of marketing mayhem is my favorite gimmick from the decade of the Silly Seventies: the pet rock!

Oh, what an inexcusable omission! Somehow I will learn to live with myself and my disappointment.

I recommend it it to college grads in general and Penn Staters in particular!

I moved to South Carolina when I was a child. Both parents were "yankees" and had no use for the local Baptist women's group or the ARP pews. I never attended any summer Bible schools or belonged to any youth groups. My world consisted of playing on top of the chicken coop or climbing the large oak trees on our property. It wasn't until I reached high school until I realized how important religion is to this area. I opened my locker one day and there was a note inviting me to a revival. I decided that I would go. What a shock it was. At that point, I had only attended Catholic churches, and not very often at that. I had never heard people speak in tounges before, and when the person I was standing next to fell on the floor, I was ready to leave.

Several months later, I was in a bookstore and came across "Foxfire 7". I took it home and stayed up reading long into the night. I apperciated that it was broken into different sections, such as "Baptists", or "Methodists". The people who talked about their domonation were preachers and parsioners both. Each subject was fully researched and developed. I use the book still as a refrence.

I have carried on my parents lack of enthusium toward southern religion, but I will take the tracts given out by soon-to-be preachers at the local grocery store.

The only troubles with the book is that some of the recipes are much longer to make than is clear from the first reading (the dough softens quicker than I expected, needs to chill 10 times, etc.), and it's basically impossible to plan in advance how long one of these batches will take to put together. An indicator of this would really have helped a lot.

But they're SO good; it's amazing how much better cookies taste with just a little more time put into them and with a brilliant French chef's advice.

Bon appetit!