We didn't have TV, so most Friday nights was a trip in to my Uncle's house for Gillette's Friday night fights. There was tune, "Look sharp, be sharp..." peddling razor blades, about all I recall. As a kid, I didn't understand the fight game, if somebody didn't get knocked out...how did they know who won?


Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.