An old television commercial back in
the mid-1970s described things that are quintessentially American: “Baseball,
hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet.” I guess that’s true, as long as we ignore
the fact that baseball was derived from the British game “rounders”; hot dogs
were invented by Germans; the name Chevrolet is French; and apple pie — well,
I’m not sure about the exact origins, but I suppose people in other parts of
the world were baking apple pies long before Columbus ran aground on a
continent he wasn’t even looking for.
That just shows how much America truly
is a melting pot — or as Archie Bunker used to say, “smelting pot.” (But please
be careful. The University of California system recently warned all professors
to avoid using the term “melting pot,” which is now considered a
“micro-aggression,” something that may cause especially delicate students to
wet themselves. No, I’m not kidding. No clue why, but it’s true. Look it up.)
Now, of course, the whole purpose of that
old commercial was to sell automobiles. A cynic might say the ad should’ve
said, “Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and faulty ignition switches.” Or,
“Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and government bailouts.” But I’m not a cynic.
(Yeah, right. Even I’m not buying that line.)
Cynicism aside, that old commercial
did a brilliant job of striking a chord in the hearts of many people, evoking
nostalgic thoughts of patriotic Americana. I’m not sure if the sale of Chevys
increased, but I bet the commercial caused hot dog and apple pie sales to rise.
Earlier this summer, during the 4th of
July weekend, I inadvertently embodied that old commercial. While grocery
shopping with my wife, I walked by “Bill’s Table” and noticed they had apple
pies on sale. You know what Bill’s Table is, right? It’s the table you walk
past as you enter the supermarket that has fresh pastry, donuts, cakes, or pies
for sale. They put it there especially for me (hence its name), as I’ve never
once been able to walk past without grabbing an item or two or twelve. That’s
the same reason the displays by the checkout lines are called “Bill’s Candy
Racks.”
So, I bought an apple pie. Then later
that day my friend Gerry called me and asked if I wanted to go to the
Torrington Titans baseball game that evening. Of course I did. By the way,
their season is just about over, as the players will be heading back to college
soon. So get over to Fuessenich Park and catch a game. It’s the best six bucks
you’ll ever spend. And kids age 10 and under get in for free!
While at the game we naturally ate hot
dogs — although I’m sure a lot of the ingredients in the hot dogs were less
than natural, which is why they tasted so good!
To complete the grand slam, we drove
to and from the game in my Chevy Equinox. As a bonus, because it was the 4th of
July weekend, I wore a hat with an American flag on it and sang along with “God
Bless America” during the Seventh Inning Stretch. Wow, George M. Cohan would’ve
been proud. (Get it? He was the “Yankee Doodle Boy”? Oh, never mind.)
Anyway, it was nice to embody some old
nostalgic images of American culture. Too bad patriotism has fallen out of
favor these days. The fashionable trend now is to bash America and everything
our nation stands for. We have become so selfish and cynical, even worse than I
tend to be.
I suppose if a new commercial were
produced, the quintessentially American items would be: “Facebook, lawsuits,
Lipator, and micro-aggressions.” I definitely like the old stuff better.
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