I got here in the 00s and quickly grew tired of “At Eastern Motors / Your job’s your credit…”
My dad had one of those! (1975) I wound up with it. I’d kept it in the bathroom (a.k.a. “the library”) for years but eventually it got moved to the basement.
We had that briefly in D/FW. I liked the fingers pointing at the objects, that never failed to amuse me
He didn’t stop on the Vega, either. (I had a '71 GT)
