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Vintage Dad's Root Beer Mug - Thrifted Dahlia Vase - October 2025

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Yesterday, I posted a photo of four freshly prepared dahlia arrangements and talked about how I've begun to *exclusively* use jars and vases that fit neatly into a cup holder for ease of transportation.  But, if you were an eagle-eyed reader (and...who amongst us isn't?), you may have noticed that one of the jars in that same post isn't a mason jar or an upright vase.  And, it likely doesn't fit neatly into a car's cupholder.  Because it is a mug.  With a handle.  A glass mug.  A root beer mug.   Here, below are a couple of photos of this vintage glass Dad's Root Beer Mug that I picked up for less than a buck at Goodwill recently: A few things about this mug: First...it is very heavy.  The weight alone tells me that it is old.  They don't make glass mugs like this any longer. Second...it is from Dad's Root Beer.  This might not mean much to you, but it means the world to me.  Why?  Because it is *my Dad's* favorite root be...

Vintage Dan Hampton and Coach Ditka Bears Photo From Platteville 1986

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My parents moved out of my childhood home a few years back.  I posted about it here on the blog in January of 2016 .  Right before they left, they had an Estate Sale that featured a bunch of their stuff, but mostly my Dad's collections.  Oil cans, automobilia, pottery, toasters, radios and plenty of junk.  There were also a few boxes that he had brought home from his office at Governor's State decades before that I didn't ever see or come across in digging through his stuff like up in Michigan and what-have-you.   In those boxes were a bunch of Chicago Bears memorabilia - pennants, glasses and this photo featuring my favorite player Dan Hampton and (in the background) Coach Mike Ditka (in a great pear of coaches shorts).   The writing on the matte say it is from August of 1986 in Platteville Wisconsin.   I've posted another Dan Hampton photo here on the blog from my childhood .   He was my favorite and I'm thin...

"This was a gift from my son..."

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Well...actually from my daughters.  But the sentiment sticks.  Maybe I'll wear it around the parks on our next trip, but hopefully I won't run into any of the guys from the Mandelbaum clan . "You think you're the #1 Dad??!?" "I'll show you who's #1." "It's go time!"