Candy Dots on a long white piece of paper.

Wax lips. Candy cigarettes.

Little bottles of wax that contained some sweet liquid that now would probably decay the enamel off of a bathtub.

My telephone number started with Canal 6 – I still remember the entire number.

How about black telephones. The big clunky kind. I sprayed mine gold and got into big trouble with the telephone company after it stopped working.

And in my neighborhood…Kerosene stoves to keep you warm in the winter, before my building when to steam heat.

And making wine in the basement – grosses me out now when I think of all the rodents that probably crawled over that barrel.

And you forgot the best…YooHoo Chocolate Drink. You had to shake it to get the chocolate at the bottom to mix with the soda on top. One day I forgot I had opened it up and sprayed the grocery store with all this soda. I was thrown out of that store and told never to come back. It was on Mott Street on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.