I'm talking about my vintage Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox, thermos and digital watch!
I scored this lunchbox and thermos as a set at the last Emerald City Comic Con. The guy wanted $50, I talked him down to $40 and to be honest, he was probably thrilled to have found the one Dukes fan in the entire convention, at least according to the look of relief on his face.
It's in almost pristine condition, having fared far better than the very same one that accompanied me on my many adventures throughout the 3rd grade. In fact, in the world of grade school lunch rooms, the lunchbox you carried said a lot about you and often weighed heavily on how popular you were. Needless to say, my Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox spoke volumes about my character, thus declaring to my fellow students that I possessed a strong appreciation for fast cars, a certain disregard for the law and women in very short shorts.
One of may favorite aspects about this lunchbox, and most lunchboxes of this era, is the series of exciting action shots on all sides. Above we see the General Lee defying gravity once again over a pair of crumpled Hazzrd County Deputy's patrol cars. Actually, the patrol cars above are labeled "POLICE", but we all know that Hazzard County was "protected" by an elected Sheriff and his deputies, never mentioning if the main town had their own city police force, which I assume they didn't.
Here we see the General Lee's famous ability to come flying down from the sky and causing be-striped muscle cars to flip over in a ball of flames. Wait... what? I see that this artist was the type of fellow to just run with things.
My favorite shot is the brilliant panel above showing Cooter and Boss Hogg running away from a side-wheely-ing General Lee. Maybe they're afraid that they'll burst into flames like the muscle car. Actually, Cooter doesn't look all that concerned.
And finally, rounding out the collection is this priceless little gem. I received a watch identical to this one for Christmas of 1981, which, if memory serves, wasn't very water resistant, proven so when I jumped into the local community pool the following Summer with it still on. Still, despite it not working, I wore the waterlogged blank-faced watch on my wrist for pretty much the rest of the Summer until my Mom finally made me take it off.
So, that ends Dukes of Hazzard week! Ya'll come back now, y'hear?
