At some point in the 60s or 70s, this golf bag phone was probably a status symbol.
One of the fun things about having a housemate is you get to do things you might not have thought of--such as Trivia Night at the local Gladstone Pub a few blocks away. It's a great way to relax, laugh, and make huge mistakes answering questions on subjects you have no expertise about. Ken and I have been going to Trivia Night at the Stone Pub for about six weeks now. We drink a lot of beer, enjoy a pub fare dinner, and so far have walked home with a few very interesting prizes. Andy, the host and emcee of these Monday night revels, scours flea markets and garage sales in search of some of the tackiest prizes you have never imagined. For instance, we won this bizarre golf bag telephone (it works). I shudder to think how anyone could have invented this device, but invented it was, and it is now in Ken's rooms where I've banished it, never to be brought upstairs.
How's this for a strange bit of Americana?
Last night we played again after a two-week absence. We ended up winning this surreal ceramic bald eagle draped with the American flag. It's such a strange-looking thing, but I've become fascinated with it, and have named it the Cry Baby Boehner statue for Speaker John Boehner's idiotic and suicidal decision to shut down the federal government because he can't get his way over defunding Obamacare. It now occupies a perch of honor in my office. I keep thinking Stephen Colbert would covet this statue!