Ah, Fred, Barney – and Winston. Who knew?

As a kid, I watched the Flintstones – what I left with was foot powered cars, dinosaurs for pets, and miniature martians who granted wishes – way better than mild mannered talking tractors and an insecure pumpkin head man/thing like on Bob the Builder.

Fred and Barney had the life – working with dinosaurs, moving rocks, steaks for dinner with no salads. And of course after a hard days “work” or a massive “Brontosauras Burger” whose to deny them a smoke? But a Winston? I had no idea the Flinstones chose Winston?! Not once did that brand even cross my mind when I was lighting up Camels in High School. Hah! Winston, you guys thought you were clever, but you didn’t get me.