That zinger at the end of this excerpt from a 1964 issue of Newsweek, which was apparently some sort of old-timey "news magazine," whatever that was, sounds like it could have been written on some filthy "web log" in twenty-ought-thirteen.
But there's more!
Yeah, that's worked out well. All we know is that we're going to start calling ourselves "Reston Man," the end.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Flashback Monday: Endless Rules and 'Reston Man,' or How 'Newsweek' Saw Reston in 1964
Posted by Restonian at 2:45 PM
Labels: 20190, Bizarre regulations, Flashbacks, Reston
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No, no, no, no! The "Reston Man" is the one and only comrade general Robert E. Simon. The rest of us are the minions, the proletariat, the schmucks.
ReplyDelete"Soviet Reston air-conditioners are the hottest in the world!"
Community values--whatever that means--are frequently highly overrated in. Especially when they are being divined by the Reston Association. Darnit, where is my e-cigarette when I need one?
ReplyDeleteAnd how many trees did HE have to chop down in order to get his Restongrad? Almost makes you wonder whether he go permission for each and every tree over 4 inches in diameter.
ReplyDeleteWe have one of those wonderful Neighborhood Nazis who squeals on other neighbors whenever he/she/they suspect that someone else's landscaping, tree-cutting, front door, window treatments, or front yard transmission repair and oil-change shop may not comply with the RA's highly evolved aesthetic sensibilities. Even the Von Trapp family would escape from this hell hole of covenant enforcement!
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