Everyone talks about that magical year when Stranger Things 4 arrived and completely took over pop culture, but I want to go back a little further. I want to talk about Stranger Things 3 and the summer of 2019, because for a lot of us, that was the summer that changed everything.
Think about the build-up. The excitement.. the freshness of what was coming.
This was Stranger Things embracing something completely different. Gone was the darker isolation of previous seasons and in came bright neon colors, the Great American mall, summer romance, arcades, and a season built around the idea that the kids of Hawkins thought they had already defeated the evil… without realizing something even worse was quietly waiting beneath the surface.
It gave us Starcourt Mall, one of the great fictional monuments to 1980s Americana. It gave us Fourth of July fireworks exploding over Hawkins while chaos unfolded underneath it all. It gave us a corrupt mayor bought and paid for, secret Russian experiments hidden underground, and finally let Murray become something more than just comic relief as his character began to fully develop.
Even the monsters felt fresh. And then it happened.
July 4th, 2019.
The day Stranger Things 3 was released, right in the middle of summer, and somehow everything about that moment just felt perfect.
There was something magical about that summer. Maybe it was where we all were in life. Maybe it was the anticipation of a huge cultural event landing at exactly the right moment.. the posters, the fireworks, that unforgettable trailer, the colors, the music, the atmosphere. It all clicked.
Even if you think Stranger Things 3 was not the strongest season, and many fans will argue the other seasons were better, there is something undeniably nostalgic about that summer and what it represented.
It embedded itself in our brains. Hard to believe now, but it has been ten years since Stranger Things first premiered.
And seven summers since the summer that changed everything. The truth is simple.
We will probably never experience something quite like that again.
I would genuinely love to know what it felt like for people who lived through major celebrations of this country in decades past, because celebrations right now feel a bit… off.
Queue the Patriotic Charlie Brown voice: It seems like everyone is supposed to be excited. Mattress companies and car dealerships are running their America 250 specials, Walmart has their made in other countries red white and blue products out, and yet there just seems to be something missing surrounding this enormous anniversary for the United States.
Maybe it is just me? If you are feeling it too, maybe it is just you! Of course, for every person feeling that way, there are probably plenty of others proudly hanging decorations and embracing the American 250 celebration with excitement and genuine patriotism. But something feels different.
When you look back through old fishwrappers and faded pieces of history from previous eras, it always feels like celebrations were bigger. Communities seemed more connected. The pride looked more visible. Maybe nostalgia distorts things, but history often paints that picture, with the Bicentennial seemingly being the most brilliant of all celebrations.. even black and white newspapers seemingly are filled with the patriotic colors..
We are fond of these old videos.. and there are plenty more still to be found.. Imagine the hidden videos still tucked away in basements or attics that we don’t even know exist yet!
But all of the images equally give a shock to the senses.. how much things have changed.. progress led to problems. Not all boats were lifted in rising tides and when the water levels are low, we all feel trapped in a daze of old glory mixed with a sense of patriotism in a past sense.. nostalgia has been replaced with anger..
Or maybe this is part of something larger. Perhaps it is simply the slow decline of small town America. Here in northeastern Pennsylvania, many towns have become hollow versions of what they once were. Industry faded. Populations shrank. Traditions quietly disappeared. There was a time when school bands filled long parade routes, floats moved through packed streets, and celebrations felt like the heartbeat of entire communities. That is not necessarily a reflection on the people living there today, but more the changing atmosphere that happens when communities slowly lose population, industry, and identity.
It was a huge deal. I graduated HS in 1976 and my memory of it is that it was mostly just a huge commercialization ploy. There was Bicentennial everything. From toothpaste to special edition cars if they could paint it red, white, and blue, they did. I have no idea the amount of “special edition” Bicentennial crap that was sold with the idea that it would someday become collectible. I suppose some of it actually did but most of it ended up in a landfill.
Another noted the interesting juxtaposition of the bicentennial right after traumatic national events.. After Vietnam and Watergate, the USA was feeling pretty down and the Spirit of 76 made people overall just feel a little better..
One more post from the Ask Old People thread:
It was pretty huge. It wasn’t just the actual birthday, but there was a big wave of subtle/not-so-subtle patriotism leading up to and continuing after 1976. It may have been fueled in part by people desperate to feel good after the turbulent 60s and getting out of Vietnam. There was certainly a lot of Red White and Blue branding going on – for example, Wonder Woman premiered in April 1976.
I’m a little concerned about 2026 – Waving a flag seems to mean something different today than it did in 1976 and it’s hard for me to picture a unified celebration.
That part rings true.. 2026, waving a flag seems to have a whole new meaning.. It seems divisive when it should not be.. It just all feels strange at the moment..
One of the scenes in television history has always been the final episode of The Wonder Years, where Kevin Arnold reflects on the closing chapter of his life in the 1960s and 1970s, including the death of his father, all while beautiful melancholy music plays against scenes of a Fourth of July celebration in his hometown. Fireworks. Americana. Family. Nostalgia. It captures it all:
I think that nostalgic view dominates how people imagine pride itself or great American celebrations. Maybe those moments really were bigger than life.
Maybe these moments never existed quite the way we imagine them, and we were simply led to believe they did. Or perhaps the truth is stranger…. those celebrations once existed exactly as we remember them, but somehow they do not exist in the same way anymore.
So how are you feeling, America?
Soaring with pride?
Or quietly drifting somewhere between nostalgia and sadness at 250?
It’s been months now since the series finale of Stranger Things, and fans are forgetting… they’re forgetting quickly.
Not just the friendships we made with each other, or the rekindled family moments watching the show and talking about theories together… but the friends we had on the show too. They were ours. We cried for Max Mayfield when she faced Vecna. We cheered for Murray Bauman. We stood against the Soviets. We were wrapped in nostalgia.
And now… we just have nostalgia for the nostalgia.
There’s a dullness to it now, like a blunted edge. The new animated series is coming, and no one really seems to care. The fading light of the The Duffer Brothers has cast a shadow over their newest project, Something Very Bad Is Going to Happen. And maybe that title says more than it should about what happened when we saw the show!
Because something very bad did happen. The fading star of Stranger Things.
It was with us for nearly a decade… and then it was gone in an instant. So fast. Quietly slipping away with that closing credit scene, carried out by the haunting echo of a David Bowie song. It didn’t leave with a thud… it left with a whimper.
Remember the days leading up to the finale? When we were all hoping like hell that Conformity Gate was real… that there was a secret episode coming. One more piece. One more answer. One more night in Hawkins. It never came.
It was never going to. But even now, months later, sitting with it… I still feel like Vecna won.
I know it was just fiction. I know that. But in this world that felt so real… it didn’t feel like a victory. We saw conformity through Mike’s eyes, and the ending felt bleak in a way that lingers longer than it should.
Maybe one day we’ll get that reunion. Maybe the cast comes back, set in the 90s. Maybe we see who stayed friends… and who didn’t. Just like life.
Because that’s the part that hits the hardest… they move on. And so do we. But every now and then, I catch myself. I have to snap out of it… out of that nostalgic fog where I’m thinking about a show that was never real, about people who never existed.
The eulogy-like sendoff… it just lingers there as a reminder. Time moves on and things that feel massive today become memories tomorrow. And eventually they become something we almost forget.
On Friday, August 21, 2026, I’ll be screening “H4” right next to the former Vincent Drug building featured in the film – at The Bambino restaurant on their outdoor patio, located directly beside Vincent Drug. The restaurant will be serving pizza and desserts all evening and as the sun goes down over Midvale, Halloween music will echo through the night… and The Shape returns!
This is the hottest nostalgic Halloween ticket of thr summer!
If it was 1971 and you really liked clowns, chances are you could have filled every room in your house with these amazingly frightening lamps straight from the JCPenney catalog.
Don’t be too scared .. it’s just a little taste of John Wayne Gacy in every room… or Pennywise the Dancing Clown… or even that infamous clown from Poltergeist, though that one hadn’t yet terrorized anyone because this was 1971.
Maybe clowns were more simple and less sinister back then. Maybe all the clown-related events that have unfolded in the decades since have slowly morphed our collective clown repertoire into something darker. Because when I look at this picture, I don’t just see playful décor. I get a little heebie-jeebie feeling. There’s something about that blank, wide-eyed stare that hints at carnage rather than comfort.
I can’t help but wonder how many kids had one of these glowing in the corner of their bedroom. And I wonder if any are still around today.. tucked away in the back of an antique shop, or sitting quietly on some auction block.
Not that we’d buy one.
But we’d definitely like to see it… preferably displayed in someone else’s house.
This morning when I woke up, I noticed that Netflix added a new category to its main page called Let’s Pretend It’s 2016. It features movies and television shows like the Ghostbusters remake, The OA, and of course Stranger Things, since Season 1 appeared ten years ago.
Seeing that listing was a reminder of just how many things have come and gone on Netflix… and, honestly, how much better things used to feel. Over the last decade, everything seems to have gone downhill. So much of what’s released now feels rushed, made without much care or concern, with lackluster scripts and very few fresh ideas. But go back just ten years, to 2016, and we kind of had it made. We just didn’t know it.
Back then we were probably complaining that Netflix had already dumbed things down, that there wasn’t much to watch, and that the best entertainment was from ten or twenty years earlier. Little did we realize that here in 2026 we’d be decrying the bad writing of Stranger Things Season 5 and missing shows that were genuinely binge-worthy, not ones you casually glance at on a boring snowy weekend.
It’s nice to see this category, but it’s also bittersweet. Nostalgia can be one of the most dangerous things… it has a way of creating unrealistic memories of the past. Things weren’t always that great, and tomorrow isn’t always as bad as it seems. But when it comes to entertainment, movies, and television shows on Netflix, things really might be as bad as they feel right now.
So I guess this weekend, as the snow falls outside, I’ll watch what I watched ten years ago… and maybe it’ll feel new again.
Picture it: Christmas 1990. You’re sitting there playing Zelda, and you just can’t figure out what to do next. You’re stuck, it’s ruining Christmas, your family’s angry, you’re angry, and you don’t want to throw the controller at the TV. What do you do? Well, this is 1990. We didn’t have Google, we didn’t have AI, we only had the word of mouth of others. And in this case, your friend circle has no idea what you should do next.
Who are you going to call? You’re going to call the Nintendo phone number helpline.
Yes, there was a Nintendo helpline where you, as a gamer, could call up and not speak to a computer, but actually talk to a real person. You’d describe the scene you were in, the level you were stuck on, and that person.. who might literally be playing Nintendo games while on the line.. would give you the advice you needed.
Talk about an amazing snapshot in time, right? I think back to it and realize that as a kid, I learned to find secrets or figure out glitches in games through pure perseverance or maybe a tip from another kid at school. There was no internet walkthrough; you either figured it out yourself or called someone who could walk you through it like a gaming therapist. And that was part of the challenge and the fun.
You know, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: if I ever end up with Alzheimer’s and find myself in a nursing home, I want someone to bring me a Nintendo. Because no matter what happens to my brain, I guarantee I can still beat Mario 3.
And it is a great question.. It got me to thinking, one of the most popular of Christmas stories is one about ghosts visiting a stark capitalist who doesn’t care about a wheelchair-bound boy.. and a cartoon about a blockhead who seems to be disdained by his friends..
Christmas season is supposed to be good. That’s what we’re told, right? The lights, the music, the movies, the scents, the traditions .. all the imagery is designed to make this the “happiest time of the year.” And I don’t want to take away any of that, because those things are good. They’re important and give us something to look forward to while holding the albatross of nostalgia around us.
But at the same time, this is the time of year when the bad things happen too. The life-altering things. The life-changing things. The things that, for some people, make Christmas never quite feel the same again.
A lot of people experience trauma now, during this season. Deaths.. broken pipes.. job loss. It happens in December like clockwork at times.. And it becomes hard to stay positive when pop culture is blasting Christmas songs and holiday cheer straight into your face. I listen to the music too .. even during some of the worst Christmases my family went through, I still played the songs, still tried to find the spirit wherever I could. But when you have kids, you have to keep a sense of normalcy.
You keep the traditions going even when internally you feel like you’re falling apart at the seams.
For me as well, December has become this strange emotional landscape. In all different years, my mom went into a nursing home in December. My dad was hospitalized twice in December. A water system broke in December. A heating system broke in December. My nephew almost died in a hospital in December. There’s more if you have time.. but we will bookmark it there.
But the most mysterious time was December 2013. You also may have had a ‘moment’ like this.
My father was quickly growing very sick at that time, at the time we didn’t know why but it was getting serious.. I walked into the kitchen and saw him, and for whatever reason, my memory of that moment is not normal. The whole room felt white–glowing white. The table looked like it was floating, and I remember trying to hold it down. Yes, this sounds absolutely insane, I know that, and maybe it was stress, or maybe it was a high blood pressure moment, but that’s how I remember it happening.
Eventually my dad was taken to the hospital and my sister has her own strange recollection from the hospital that year during this situation. She swears my father said to her, “You were there,” and insinuated that she was holding death back from taking him. He wouldn’t even agree to emergency surgery unless she promised she would still be there afterward.
And during that entire week, there were so many little things that just didn’t line up with reality as we knew it. My sister always worked Mondays, but somehow this hospital visit seemed to fall on a day she shouldn’t have been working at all .. yet we both remember vividly that she was. Maybe she filled in for someone. Maybe life is a blur when disasters pile up. But it still doesn’t make sense.
The strangest moments came when my father was finally recovering, and I was driving him home from the hospital. My mom said to me on the phone, “Wish upon a star that everything’s okay.” And right then — no lie! A shooting star streaked across the sky in front of me. Sure, it could’ve been coincidence. But it was weird.. really weird.
Then the moment happened that I still cannot explain. As we were driving, we suddenly heard my sister and brother-in-law talking inside the car, through the speakers, even though my phone was not connected to anything and I had not called them (And this is 2013 technology folks) But we heard them. Full conversation. I was so startled I actually called them afterward and told them everything they had been saying.
Right after that, outside the windows, snow was falling. My dad looked at me and said, “This happened before, didn’t it?”
And I looked back at him and said, “Yes. It did.”
There was this deep, unspoken knowing .. the kind of moment you don’t forget .. that somehow, in some way, we had lived that exact scene before. Neither one of us could explain it. We never talked about it ever again. Not once. And now he’s gone. I never asked him what he meant by it. I never explored what I meant by it. Time ran out.
TIME RUNS OUT
That’s the thing: We make Christmas plans, New Year’s plans, life plans, but we run out of time for the things that actually matter.
It’s the typical cliched conversation a the work Christmas party.. We say we’ll have the deep conversations “later.” We say we’ll reconnect “soon.” We say we’ll talk about the mysteries of life “when things calm down.” But life doesn’t work that way.
And maybe that’s what bothers me about this season.. the holiday parties, the work lunches, the happy hours, the shopping that feels half-present and half-numb. We scroll Amazon, clicking nonsense into carts for people who don’t need it. We forget where the car is parked. We forget what we’re even doing in the middle of a store. We’re overwhelmed, distracted and oddly disconnected.
It’s not just that we’re not living in the moment. It feels like we’re living in a different moment than where our feet are standing.
Time just slips and slips and slips. And we don’t even fully realize it until we’ve lost more of it.
Here’s the last thing I want to say, and maybe it’s the most important part of all:
Nobody wants to hear this at a holiday gathering, but we’re all going to exit stage left someday. For good. Not exactly a pleasant conversation starter and for sure a first date ender.. Say that at a Christmas party and you’re worse than Scrooge. But the truth behind it matters: life ends. It’s the one guarantee. And because of that, we should be talking more openly about the things that actually give life meaning.
Seeing a parent pass away changes you. Facing illness changes you. Losing a career and having to suddenly change life during financial personal crisis hurts .. not being able to afford the ‘Christmas cheer’ is haunting.. homelessness… war.. famine.. disease.. All under the bows and wreaths and mistletoe. Now that is often reality that we don’t want to consider..
Watching time run out changes you. Work still has meaning, life still has structure, but you see it differently. You understand what’s real and what’s man-made.
Christmas comes but once a year. Make it the best. It could be your last .. God willing you will have a hundred more.
Same with summer. Same with every moment. You don’t always know what’s going to become a profound memory until years later.
It seems we are all struggling this year to find the Christmas joy.
And if you, reading this, are trying too, you’re not alone. We’re in this together. We’re human. And we’re speaking the quiet part of Christmas out loud.
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Picture it: November 1984.. Ronald Reagan just won re-election handily.. the nation was fearing a beat in the woods but raising the flag in patriotism… The chill is in the air. Christmas gifts are getting scooped up at those 1980s malls where the speakers are blasting 1980s music at a volume that feels illegal now. And right there, near the food court, near the arcade, you catch a glimpse of the movie times. Because maybe… just maybe… in the middle of the hustle, you’ll buy yourself a break. A breather. One big-screen, Hollywood-ish escape.
In Cressona PA you see Prince and Purple rain.. but there is another one..
Silent Night, Deadly Night.
How bad could it be?
You show up, ready for a cheesy seasonal slasher… and you find out you stand no chance. The movie’s getting pulled. Not “it’s selling out.” Not “we don’t have your showtime.” Pulled, as in: some theaters won’t run it, and the distributor starts backing away like it touched a hot stove.
Because in 1984, people stood their moral ground… and this was a national argument.
What makes it funny (in a dark way) is that today we live in an era where Christmas horror is practically its own aisle. We’ve got full-on gore carnivals, movies that treat the holidays like an excuse to paint the walls. Even Terrifier 3 was out here reminding everyone that December can be a bloodbath if a filmmaker wants it to be.
So in 2025, Silent Night, Deadly Night almost looks… gentle. Like a troublemaker from a different generation.
But in 1984? People didn’t see it as quaint. They saw it as a threat.
When “Killer Santa” hit daytime TV
A big part of this firestorm wasn’t even the movie itself but it was in big part, the marketing.
TriStar ran TV spots that mashed up holiday cheer with the image of a Santa figure doing what Santa is not supposed to do—breaking in, weapon in hand, violence implied. And the big mistake? Those ads didn’t just run late at night for adults. They landed in daytime slots, when kids were watching.
THIS was the ad that ill-fated the film:
That’s the part people forget now: the outrage wasn’t abstract. It was parents seeing the commercial in the middle of normal life and concerned their child saw Santa with an axe.
And then it became organized really fast.
Variety reported protests in Milwaukee from a group calling itself Citizens Against Movie Madness, led by local mothers. The protests spread—New York, the Bronx, Brooklyn—signs and chants and that old-school civic energy that feels almost extinct today. The leader was Kathleen Eberhardt, then 32.
Stations reacted too. According to reporting summarized in Vulture’s deep dive on the controversy, at least some TV outlets moved the commercials to late-night, and others yanked them altogether.
Then the cultural heavyweight moment hit: Siskel and Ebert went after the movie hard on TV, and Gene Siskel aimed directly at the people behind it, calling the profits “blood money.”
Suddenly, the controversy wasn’t a local protest story. It was national, loud, and embarrassing for a “respectable” distributor.
We were even led to believe that a that a Lewisburg woman saw a TV spot for the movie during ‘afternoon cartoon hours.’ She didn’t recall the station.. sounds like an automatic urban legend to me.
In 1980 a movie called CHRISTMAS EVIL featured an ax wielding Santa.. No outrage. But that is because the advertising campaign just was not there like it was for Silent Night Deadly Night..
The other brutal truth: it started dropping at the box office
Now here’s the other piece that matters, and it’s less romantic than the protest narrative:
But it was also facing a huge problem: It was released the SAME WEEKEND as NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET, a movie that was more widely accepted and not protested. It was just a child predator with knife fingers. Not Santa.
TriStar publicly started wobbling right around then, talking about whether it would even be “commercially viable” to keep rolling it out.
And once a studio starts speaking in that careful corporate language, you can feel the exit coming.
The pullback was real enough that the Associated Press was describing it bluntly: TriStar was dropping the film from U.S. distribution after protests and poor early earnings.
And one of the protest organizers, Kathleen Eberhardt with Citizens Against Movie Madness, celebrated the decision with the kind of quote that sounds like it belongs in a time capsule: “Wow. I think it’s great.”
The irony: pulling it probably helped create the legend
Here’s what I love about this story, even if the movie itself is… let’s be honest… not exactly Oscar bait.
In 1984, people talked about it like it was the end of civilization. We already had Jason slashing through forests
In 2025, it’s basically a campfire tale about a moral panic—an artifact from a time when Santa still had a kind of cultural protection around him, like you could get grounded just for disrespecting the concept.
And the greatest irony? By pulling it, they may have cemented it.
Because there’s a difference between a throwaway slasher and a forbidden slasher.
If TriStar had just let it play, it might’ve come and gone like a hundred other low-budget horror flicks. But once it became “the movie they tried to stop,” it picked up that outlaw aura. People love a thing more when someone tells them they shouldn’t have it.
And that’s exactly what happened over time.
The film grew into a cult item, spawned sequels, and eventually inspired a remake in 2012 (titled Silent Night) and the newest 2025 incarnation..
So 40 years after the chaos of the citizens against movie madness … angry moms … TV ads during cartoons (it that really even happened), SILENT NIGHT DEADLY NIGHT has become an annual Christmas much watch.. not because it is a great movie. But because it is just that bad.
Christmas time is here again. The annual ritual of spending cash you really don’t have. Society expects it!! Get that card out!
Like you, I’m out there right now wandering the stores, scrolling the apps, perusing the malls that still exist and matching the prices up with the Amazon option. I get panicky this time of year because I haven’t purchased much yet. I check my bank account (you do it too), and I realize there just isn’t much time left until the big day … food, medicine? Or Christmas gifts. What do you spend on in December?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9TByT3QlWc
Every year I try to be one of those organized people who gets things done early.. knock a few gifts out in November, finish up the first week of December. Because we all know what happens if you don’t: the Panic Purchases begin.
We’ve all been there. You see nervous husbands frozen in the appliance aisle. You see kids staring at some sad-looking afghan blanket, trying to convince themselves, “Yeah, Mom would probably like that.”
Let’s be honest: most of us already have enough stuff. We don’t really need much of anything on Christmas. But we’ve been programmed for decades to think we have to buy, buy, buy.
So go buy. Be a part of something.. 🙂
As you get older, it actually becomes more fulfilling to buy something for someone else that genuinely makes them smile. The only problem is that we still wait too long to start looking for that “special” thing. So we end up right back in that blender aisle, trying to justify why someone in life might really want to circular-saw their fruits and vegetables into mush all year long.
That’s a different story for a different post. We have digressed too long.
Toy Ad Nostalgia: The Real Christmas Catalog
One of my favorite things about this time of year isn’t the new stuff… it’s the old stuff. Specifically: old Christmas ads. Especially toy ads.
We all feel those toy ads, right?
For me and many, the sweet spot is the late ’80s and early ’90s. That’s when my childhood was starting to age out of toys, but not quite yet. Right before everything shifted into “I just want money” mode. You may be prompted into the inebriation of nostalgia from the 70s, maybe the 50s.. Maybe even the 2010s! Any way you slice it, the same effects on the mind and body occur.
Those were the years when the toy spreads in the Sunday paper or the department store flyers looked absolutely magical:
He-Man figures lined up like plastic warriors
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in all their neon glory
The Nintendo Entertainment System taking over living rooms one cartridge at a time
I remember one of the greatest Christmases of my entire life like it was yesterday. I got:
A Super Mario game for Nintendo
A Batman game for Nintendo
A red bean bag
A blue bean bag
The colors matched Mario. That was it. That was the list. And somehow, that simple combination still stands out in my mind as the Best Christmas Ever™.
Before that, when I was younger, I remember getting Tonka toys—real metal, heavy, practically indestructible. That was also the year Christmas collided with a stomach bug. I spent part of that magical morning sick, but here’s the thing: even with that, the memories still come back warm. A little queasy, but warm.
Old Ads, Old Prices, New Reality
So here’s what I want to do with this post:
I’ve got a couple of old Christmas toy ads I want to share with you. Take a good look at the prices in those ads. The toys, the games, the “big” items.
Below each ad, we’ll break down a few of those prices and talk about what they’d roughly translate to in today’s money. How much would that Nintendo, that action figure set, or that Tonka truck actually cost now if you adjusted it for inflation?
Because back then, a toy that cost $19.99 felt like a big deal. Now we blink at $49.99 like, “Eh, that’s just what stuff costs.”
We used a typical inflation calculator to see what the Nintendo was.. $237 in today’s money. and even in today’s dollars that would be VERY affordable compared to the high priced almost $1000 dollar gaming consoles of today’s gaming market. And you ca n OWN a game then, BATMAN, for 40 bucks.. That would be $96 today. So yes.. we are being taken advantage of in today’s gaming market, right?
But just stop and appreciate that 1990s. That was the year I got the bean bags, BATMAN, and MARIO 3.. life changing childhood moment.
A year before the greatest Christmas ever I most likely before the $3.99 BATMAN action figures.. My parents got me BATMAN and the JOKER and BOB THE GOON. They spent $15 bucks on those, and in today’s money about $11 each. But yet in 2025, action figures in stores are 20 bucks or more… Again, are we being used by corporations?
Kids drooled over the SEGA by 89 as Nintendo faced competition.. It was pricer at $189
So now we are talking bigger money.. that is almost $500 in today’s cash. We are getting closer to the Playstation or xBox..
Ad for the heck of it in 1986 when you may have craved a Wuzzle at the Schuylkill Mall.
$1.99 then! Not even $6 bucks now .. Great deal. I am sure if they were existent today they would be $20 on sale. And if you kept it in a box, you could sell in on eBay TODAY for $99 bucks (according to sell prices), which by the way was $33 bucks in 1986. Reverse.. deflation.. See how that worked?
So money talked.. Money was spent. Bills long paid, or ignored.. We have moved on.
What make it all so special in the past?
Maybe it wasn’t the price. Maybe it was the bean bags. They meant more than anything else..
