The optimism of the post-war years and Apollo space program disintegrated in the 60s. Gone were the days when kids could be president or an astronaut and it was replaced with the weird, diminished expectations of "You could be a dentist! At best." Or a barber! Or worse. A TV repairman!
What rainy day is truly soaked without a project requiring Elmer's glue?
Sparing future generations the disappointment of assembling puzzles that represent careers that have gone the way of the Dodo bird, I decided to glue the puzzles together and hang the TV repairman on the wall. Perhaps future generations will get to build puzzles of robots or fire engines.
I don't have space for the dentist working on the mutant or the, not pictured, Proud Barber. Those two are available for immediate purchase or trade.
