Around the same time I that I decided to begin sorting through old photos, my brother came by for a visit. It was Christmas Eve, and we were preparing for our grand feast of the seven fishes, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time to reminisce. But somewhere between pulling the innards out of calamari and chopping garlic, Mike and I dug a few envelopes from the now infamous suitcase of photographs.
Upon discovery of this next picture, I exclaimed, “Man I wish I still had that shirt!”
“You remember that shirt?” my brother asked, surprised.
“Sure,” I said, and went on to explain that I had won the Xardion shirt in a contest.
Mike laughed at me. You see, it’s been a long-standing joke that I’m obsessed with mail, contests, and collecting things. At any given opportunity, I would send out for mail-in prizes. Sometimes that meant collecting cereal box tops, sometimes it meant Kool Aid points, and other times it meant entering giveaways. No matter what, I sought to receive a package every day of my life. (This of course was long before I knew that the mail could be used for evil, like bills and junk mail).
I can turn around right now and spot at least a couple items from my childhood. I can see the signed Tony the Tiger baseball and an envelope from the Burger King Kids Club, for instance. So when I casually mentioned to Mike that even though I don’t have the shirt anymore, I definitely still have the envelope it came in, I expected him to believe me.
He did not.
“Why the hell would you still have the envelope? That’s ridiculous.”
“How about this,” I challenged. “I bet you five bucks I can find it in less than one minute.”
He hesitated, perhaps aware that I rarely make a bet I can’t win. But after only a moment’s consideration, he shook my hand. “You’re on.”
Mike was right to be suspicious. But it was too late. The deal was done. I ran off and dug through my closet. I pulled out a shoebox and rummaged through it. Not there. No wait, I remembered. Back to the closet, an old airplane model box. I opened it and pulled out a number of old pieces of paper, envelopes, and yes, there! I booked back down the stairs. Mike hit a button on his cell phone and turned it so I could read: 57 seconds. I had made it!
He said, “So? You find it?”
And that’s when I unveiled the keepsake.
He read the letter and shook his head. He handed me a fiver. “You’ve got a problem, dude.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I have to figure out how to spend your five bucks!”
Footnote: In preparation for this article, I did some minor research on Xardion, because honestly, I had no idea what the hell it was. I’d apparently only entered the contest because it was through the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Magazine. What I found is that Xardion was a Super Nintendo game. I of course had opted for the Sega Genesis, and so missed out on many SNES games. It is one of my few regrets.
2 thoughts on “Xardion Lives!”
Ah, Your collection is amazing! Just overflowing in beauty, color, and yes it is a bit scary too. Anyone who sees it would be jealous. Yes, they probably would want to offer money to by your entire collection! What you have is just breathtaking memories.
Thanks! 🙂 I’m trying to keep the articles coming.
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