The Cost of Shooting Film and a Side Order of French Fries.

[foc]

When I started in photo retail in 1977, in Dublin, Ireland, an American tourist customer asked me where was the nearest McDonalds.
I had never heard of them or knew what they were and when I naively said so, the customer gave me such a funny look.
It turned out that McDonalds had just opened its first restaurant in Ireland on Grafton Street a weeks earlier.

These days I am not as naive.

 

[tim48v]

We've added another blog post that clears everything up.
https://shop.stearmanpress.com/blogs/news/big-macs-and-golf-balls

 

[Donald Qualls]

Well, as it turns out, one of the reasons I never played enough golf in college to get good at it was because I couldn't afford to buy a sleeve of balls every time out, on top of green fees. Affording film wasn't much easier, for that matter; i couldn't afford to buy film anything like as fast as I wanted to shoot it until about the past ten years (and since then, I haven't had time to play golf).

 

[pentaxuser]

When I started in photo retail in 1977, in Dublin, Ireland, an American tourist customer asked me where was the nearest McDonalds.
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You should have said: "The nearest McDonnell? Now let me see" Then reached for the phone book and picked the nearest one to your shop in Dublin.

The American tourist could have retold that "amusing" incident a thousand times "back home" He'd have said "Gee it's more quaint than "Finians Rainbow" starring those fine Irish actors Petula Clarke and Fred Astaire. By the way "how are things in Glocca Morra?

All that pain to get independence but still no breaking free from " Ireland as seen on the silver screen" I blame Bing for most of it but Barry Fitzgerald didn't help

pentaxuser

 

[tim48v]

Well, as it turns out, one of the reasons I never played enough golf in college to get good at it was because I couldn't afford to buy a sleeve of balls every time out, on top of green fees. Affording film wasn't much easier, for that matter; i couldn't afford to buy film anything like as fast as I wanted to shoot it until about the past ten years (and since then, I haven't had time to play golf).

I gave up golf when I realized that the guy mowing the fairway was having a better time than I was.

 

[Donald Qualls]

I gave up golf when I realized that the guy mowing the fairway was having a better time than I was.

Despite never having played actual golf (I've played a closely related game, "goof" -- same rules, but much higher scores) I actually enjoy playing. I suspect it's a case of "intermittent gratification effect" -- those rare occasions when I made a solid shot (like a 200 yard 5 iron I still remember 30 years later, or a perfect wind compensating shaped drive from ten years before that) were so satisfying I always wanted to keep chasing those moments. Unfortunately, as I aged and got fatter and more nearsighted, not to mention only playing a couple times a year, those moments got rare -- and then I moved to the South, where it's too hot to play in the sun in the summer, and the courses are dry and brown in the winter.

Maybe when I retire...

 

[Vaughn]

Alas, I think my father was embarassed by my attempts at goof....played 5 or 6 rounds in my life. Accuracy counts up here playing from dry spot to dry spot on your way to the green.

 

[alanrockwood]

Does anyone remember the "penny a shot" advertisements for bulk loaders?

 

[Donald Qualls]

Does anyone remember the "penny a shot" advertisements for bulk loaders?

I think I recall those. Even then, that was "after you write off the cost of the loader and cassettes." The large print giveth, and the small print taketh away.