Deborah J. Rebolloso

Author of 

Fou Fou’s New ’Do
(And a Tutu, Too)

REVOLVING DOORS AND OTHER REGIONAL RARITIES

 

Revolving Doors

 

                Who would have guessed that revolving doors are a regional phenomenon?  Or that one could actually miss their merry-go-round rides?

 

Several years after moving to Southern California, where I’ve yet to encounter a door other than the open and close, yawn variety, I visited my beloved home, Chi-Town. Suddenly I realized that along with authentic hot dogs, Italian beefs, Hong Su Shrimp and fur coats, RDs were rare west of the Fourth Principal Meridian. Designed to keep out wind and weather, they would be both superfluous and quirky in Sunny San Diego, where we have neither.

A Google search of “revolving doors” disclosed a whopping 2,660,000 entries, conjuring up a variety of images.

Big city residents are familiar with a door set on a rotating shaft containing four clear glass panels, or “wings.” A revolving door with bullet-proof glass is also available for high security purposes.

For athletic types, a trendy aerobics move brings you up and over a bench and back again in four small turns, completing a full circle.

Metaphor buffs infer the movement of individuals from one position to another, such as from lobbying to government jobs and vice versa, with the resultant conflicts of interest.

“Revolving door” also describes addicts strung out on the rehab yo-yo and criminals oscillating between the slammer and the street.

On December 22, 1881, H. Bockhacker was granted the German patent for “Door without draft of air.” The doors have been instrumental in draft avoidance ever since.

 

The draft-dodging door will be discussed in this article.

 

Along with revolving doors, the entire article also discusses:

 

Up On The Stoop

 

Imagine, if you dare, a world without cell phones, text messaging, more than one telephone per household, email. How did people communicate in those prehistoric times?

               News traveled with lightning speed through cacophonous conglomerations Up On The Stoop. Despite lacking the glamorous facades of their East Coast brownstone cousins . . . 

 

"Hot Dogs, Hot Dogs!"

 

               The first spoken words of Mickey Mouse in The Karnival Kid in 1929 epitomize the childlike joy, undiminished by time or distance, aroused by these yummy little meals embedded in warm-bun cocoons.

                Why is the ubiquitous hot dog included among regional rarities?

 

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