Soviet Drinking

Episode 23

Greetings, Comrades!

In this episode, which was created during the marriage process…and before…and slightly after, we talk about various stories that just didn’t make it in other episodes. Most of which are about art, alcohol, propaganda and theater. Because some things just cannot be separated from each other.

Today’s picture:

Actor Uldis Pūcītis
Actor Uldis Pūcītis

Again, it will make more sense once you listen to the episode. Enjoy, and…do svidaniya, tovarischi!

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5 Comments on Soviet Drinking

  1. You are correct about travel in the states. I live in Illinois, and my wife is from Michigan. We just hop in the car after work on Friday and drive the 7 or 8 hours through Illinois, Indiana, and through half of Michigan without any hassle. Most laws are federal. If there is a difference in laws between states it is very minimal and advertise. For example the speed limit may change between states or maybe a seat belt requirement.

    To go between Michigan, USA and Canada has become a bigger deal. It used to be that a regular state issued drivers license was accepted to get in and out, but in the last 5 years or something like that it is now required to have a passport.

  2. The queue to pay for your purchases and leave. We all hate it and wonder why every register station is not staffed even if that is not efficient with the minute to minute fluctuations in business volume. It was carried to such an extreme in the 80′ & 90’s it actually killed K-Mart, once our greatest discount store chain. You couldn’t leave with 1 station of the 8 or 10 open, it was like being in a voluntary jail or dealing with a government office.

  3. And yes most people here that are fine with eating the inside parts of long dead animals will worry excessively about expiration dates on everything else and even go to the paranoid lengths of discarding something that has fallen on the floor. You could lick the floor and not match what you breathe in.

  4. I have a 11 year old son, and getting him outside is a lot harder than when I was a boy. A yes, we growing up Connecticut, had knives and explosives, besides unlike the USSR, firearms. The difference though is before we didn’t have bears, now we do. I live just where the Hartford Urban Sprawl ends, and two weeks ago my garbage bin was raided by a bear, so I am a little cautious about letting him go into the forest alone, as I would as a boy, but he definitely needs to be toughened up.

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